Your Abba and I cannot wait to meet you. As your due date of February 1 has come and gone, we are growing increasingly anxious to get to know you, to hold you, to see what you look like. We also are waiting for the day we can call you by your real name instead of "Lulu."
Although I have not met you yet, you are already teaching me that I need to be more patient and to learn that I cannot schedule everything. While I joke that you are your Abba's daughter, being "late" and all, I hope that you will also be like me, and be an independent girl and do things when you are ready, not because it is the socially acceptable thing to do. Your Grandma Kathy always tells me that women are stronger, and while I have to sometimes remind myself of that, I hope you will learn that early on.
I have thought about all things I hope and dream for you, but they are really not important as long as you are healthy and happy. I know every parent wants things to be just perfect for their baby, and of course that is what I want for you. At the same time, I know the truth, that life is not easy and that I should not try to fool myself into thinking that I can protect you from the realities of the world.
I can, however, teach you to have emmuna (faith) in Hashem and a love for Torah. I can teach you that while things may not always happen the way you, or your Abba, or I want them to, things happen the way they are supposed to. Being pregnant with you has been mostly easy, but there have been a few trying times as well. I will also admit that waiting for your arrival right now has truly forced me to focus myself on the fact that you will come into this world when it is your time.
I realize that this letter may be a bit scatter brained, but I want you to know that I love you more that words can say, and that being pregnant with you is the best thing that has ever happed to me.
Good Shabbos and Chodesh Tov.
Love,
Ima
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