A heard your heartbeat a few weeks ago and I don’t think i ever heard something so beautiful. It was strong and fast and alive. I can’t believe it. It still doesn’t feel quite real yet. Your mom isn’t really showing yet and day to day living really hasn’t changed except i tell your mom not to eat soft cheeses and she gets grumpy and does it anyway. I have a feeling you are going to be a stubborn child just like your mother…and me I guess.

A little later a got to see you doing summersaults in her tummy on an ultrasound. It makes me want time to speed up so I can meet you and then completely stop so I can just hold you forever. I cannot wait to see your perfect little face. You got really lucky to have a mother like yours. She is kind, loving, smart, giving, strong-willed when she needs to be, passionate about the things she loves and a great friend. If you turn out even a little like her than I know you will be successful in this life.

We told everybody about you last week as well. Everyone is so excited to meet you, except uncle Derek as your putting a wrench in his 40th birthday plans like I did on his 4th birthday plans when I was born. Like daughter like daddy am I right. They all wondered why we called you wren, and started making bird jokes. Well after your Brittish uncle Richard told everyone that a wren is an adorable little bird. It was a bit funny, but they are dumb so don’t listen to them, joking of course. A Wren is a baby bird, not only does it go well with Dickey but it’s kind of what you will always be to us. You’ll grow up and fly away but we hope you’ll always fly back to us and you’ll always be our little Wren.