Today as I drove through an abandoned city to get your mom to the last ultrasound before your arrival, all I could do was smile. Even as the world continues to hide out, waiting for the COVID-19 pandemic to subside. Even as the idiot president continues to rant on live television. Even as many predict life as you will soon know it will never be the same again. I smiled.
I thought about the person you already are. Your kicks and bumps inside your mom’s stomach. Your tiny smile in black and white photos. Your reaction to Creedence playing on the stereo.
I thought about the person you’re about to be. The newborn being delivered just in time for your mom’s birthday. The little boy who’s about to be surrounded by love and toys. The human being who’s about to discover the universe and all of its wonderful, confusing complexities.
Of course, I couldn’t help but think about the person you might be someday. The music you’ll listen to, the movies you’ll watch, and the things you’ll do for fun. Will it be bikes, books, and barbecue or will you blaze your own trail and take an interest in things we’ve never even heard of in 2020? Will you take after your mom or your dad? Will you love dogs as much as we do? Will you stay in California or move across the ocean?
And I thought about the person I want to be for you. I hope I have the energy to keep up with your every move. I hope I have the patience and temperament to be your friend and your hero. I hope that you’ll love me as much as I love you. You’re already here in my heart and in my mind. Now it’s only a matter of time until you’re here in person, ready to take it all in as you cry and poop your pants.
See you soon.