We haven’t met yet, but apparently I’m your dad.
It is said that we choose our parents. If that is the case, you have apparently gone the extra mile to get to us, through a kind women who has agreed to get you here, to us. Apologies for making you take the detour, but not every path in life is a straight line.
Your crib is in place, your brother kindly moving up to a “big boy bed” to make room. Your mom has brought out his former baby clothes, chosen the keepers and gotten rid of the rest. Friends, family and co-workers have ensured you will not rely solely on hand-me-downs, either. In fact, just tonight your mom folded some new jumpers — all organic, of course.
So, just wanted to say hi. See you soon.