Dear Wyatt, As I sit her writing you this letter while you flutter away in my belly, I cannot help but get sentimental. I am 37 weeks pregnant with you, sweet angel, and so ready to meet you. I cannot wait until they plop your gooey self on my chest right after you arrive. I will examine your fingers and toes anxiously awaiting to kiss them over and over. I will stare into your perfect little face and see a glimpse of God and Heaven. I will smell you eternally loving the quiet moments we have together; that is, until your two crazy brothers arrive to meet you. As excited as I am to see whether you will be completely bald or have loads of hair like your siblings, I almost secretly desire for you to stay in just a little longer. Yes, mommy is uncomfortable, ready to be done, yada yada yada, but this time that we have together, now, is priceless. I am so blessed to be a woman and have the privilege of carrying you in my belly. It is a gift from God; absolutely magical. I will miss your fl...
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