Dear Addison,
As your Papa massages my feet as he has religiously done almost every night since they’ve begun swelling up we are talking about your arrival. Neither of us can believe my due date is just eight days away. Within the next two weeks you will be the center of our world. We have your sleeping arrangements figured out, both here in the city as well as upstate. We are coming up with a plan on how to handle night feedings and most importantly we’ve decided that I will handle all things input (aka breastfeeding) and he will tackle output (aka wet & dirty diapers). Teamwork at it’s best!
With Hillsong United playing in the background we are thinking about the day we finally get to meet you. Who are you going to look like? Will you have my freckles? Will you have his eyes? And personality? What traits will come from us and which will come from your grandparents? What will you have taken from hearing me and Papa day in and day out? So many questions I’m dying to have the answers to… but patiently we will wait.
Countdown continues…..
Becoming Addison 