I think about you often. I wonder if you will ever exist. Sometimes I fear your existance. Other times I think it would be nice to watch you play with your sister, Maddie. How crazy is it to daydream about what it would be like to be a mom of four? I simply shake my head is dismay at the thought, and yet, your identity is already formed in my mind.
Maybe it's just the enjoyment I get from watching your dad talk about you. :) But, no matter what, if you will or will not exist, simply know that you're a thought that's passed by my heart and mind often.