Dear Child

I hope you’re comfortable in there.. Your mother, a very small and thin women, has been expanding more every day. It’s funny to watch, but what’s funnier is her reaction: she has gotten so desperate for new cloths, she asked me to go shop for some while I’m on my trip (you’ll quickly understand why that’s not a very good idea).

Which reminds me, we’ve been away for a few days, your mother and I. I’ve had to travel to the UK to meet a friend, one of my closest so I’m sure you’ll be spending plenty of time at their house playing with his daughters. His daughter is ill and he called late at night, so I asked your mother and we both agreed that I should hop on a plane and come meet him in London!

It was a crazy decision, no doubt, especially when we are trying to save some money so we can give you a life as good or better than the one we’ve had, but sometimes in life you have to go beyond what’s reasonable or smart, disregard money and time, to help a friend. This was one of those times.

Friends a wonderful thing. Real friends are even better! They know a lot about you: where you have been and maybe even where you’re going, but they don’t really care. They care only about you. They tend to help you when you need help, and be there when you need them.

I’ve always had a diverse group of friends. I love people, and so that makes it easy. I have friends who your mother seems to think are eternal frat boys (I’m in London visiting one of them), others who are sensible, others who are geeky (not sure if that word will be around when you’re old enough to read this), and others who I simply enjoy being around.

Over the past few years, though, I’ve made a true and lovely friend: Your Mother. We have a funny relationship. We talk, we argue, and we discuss things at length. I tell her everything, which may sometimes upset her, and can’t remember what my life was like before we met. You’ll love her when you meet her, and I’m sure you’ll understand why I was happy she said yes.

Rest well.

Love,

Dad