Dear Baby

Dear Baby Mason,

I suppose this is my last week that I'll have a surplus of time to just sit around and write, so theres just a few things I wanted to say to you:
I love you.  I've loved you since you were just a scary little "plus" on the pregnancy test.  I cant wait to meet you.  I cant wait to see your face and squeeze your chubby cheeks and laugh at how much you look like your adorable father :)  I cant wait to find out things you like and things you dont like, I cant wait to see if you love PBJ as much as I do. I cant wait to read you your favorite book, and then someday, for you to read it to me.

Its like one day you just suddenly popped into existence, changed my whole life, and im just totally 100% okay with that.  You're going to be so perfect, I seriously cant think of anyway you could be less than perfect, except maybe if you turn out to be your fathers clone...nope, that'd be perfect too.

Your daddy already has camo overalls for you to wear when you go "hunting" ...(which at 12 months old, im not sure what hes thinking), and he has been talking about buying you a tiny little bow so you can go bow-fishing with him.  People ask me if he will be a momma's boy, but from the looks of things, I think you'll be a little manly man just like your father.  Oh I just cant wait.

The doctor says that unless you decide to make your appearance in the next 6 days, he is going to induce labor on Wednesday the 8th, at 8pm.  You should be born sometime on the 9th.  Im a little bummed that it wont be a suprise, but then again, ANY way I can see you is perfectly fine with me.  I guess you just want to stay with mommy a liiiiitle bit longer, I dont blame you, I'd miss me too! haha oh Mason, when you come out, please dont enable me when I say things like that! :)

What am I supposed to say to you when you come out and they hand you to me? Do I introduce myself?  Will you know who I am?  I've been reading you books and singing to you and talking for the past 9 months, maybe you will recognize my voice.  Should I say "Hi Mason, Im your mom.".. no... thats too formal.  "Hey baby, how are you?" ... um...you just traveled down my birth canal, I can only assume the answer to that question.  I guess when they hand you to me,  I'll just wing it.  Isn't that basically what parenting is, a form of "winging it" long enough to see if you turned out okay?

Who am I kidding?  I know youll turn out perfect, because seriously, how could you not?  There is a RIDICULOUS number of people who love you, I mean really, both of your grandparents already have all these plans for you.  Im so excited for you to meet them.

Anyways,  I just wanted to write you a letter and tell you how happy I am that you're coming to live at my house and be my baby next week.  We are going to have so much fun, I promise.  When youre older, I hope we can still have fun then, and I wont be a nerd or something...because I know youll be super-suave and probably wont want to hang around your mom very much.  I want you to know, Mason, that I'll support any decision you make, even if you dont like me for whatever reason teens dont like their parents.  I will never judge you, and I hope you know that you can tell me anything, because I love you more than fish love water.

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.