the month of June trembled like a butterfly."
This is the month they tell me you will come. It's going to be a month full of new things and old recollections. Of bright, fluttering beginnings. Of you and I being formally introduced to each other, and you to the world.
I should feel prepared for it all, but I don't- not even close. Even so, I am ready for you. I'm ready to finally know if we'll be dressing you in pink or in blue, if you'll look more like your father or me, and even what your peach fuzz hair will smell like at 4 in the morning. I am so excited to discover who you are.
The days on the calendar are falling to the floor one by one, faster than what I imagined. Daddy and I have a bag packed and sitting next to the door for the moment you're ready. And oh, sweetheart- you have hundreds of people who cannot wait to see your face.
And I most of all.