Tall or Small

On Thursday the Dr said that you might be small. What? How can that be? I am confused because I am tall, not small.

I will get to see you one more time before you come out on Monday when your mom and I go to the Dr for a sonogram. Apparently, she wants to measure you to make sure everything is ok. That's cool, because I will see you on a screen and watch you flip and kick your mom in the ribs. Sure the Doc is taking precautions to make sure everything is ok, but who gets to determine if you are small or tall. God has been busy knitting you together so I know that you are in good hands whether you come out small or tall.

You know Kennedie your dad is a cry baby. Sometimes I just start thinking about you or reading a book to you and I start crying with great joy, excitement, and to be honest, I am anxious. Your mom is a cry baby to...the other day I walked in your room and she was reading a book to you on the floor and her face was covered with tears. She is worried, I am worried, but we both love you more than you will ever know whether you are tall or small.

One more thing to my precious daughter...I sure can't wait to meet you whether you are tall or small.