Thirty Seven Weeks. Two Days. 6 Sleeps to go…
To my dearest little miracle,
When i was younger i remember wanting to be older. I remember the years taking so long to pass and the sun taking so long to set each day… And i remember santa taking forever to visit each year…
Then as i got older the time began escaping me, the days flew by, the sun setting too quickly, and the years passing with the blink of an eyelid, and santa, these days santa just comes all to quickly each year, i barley have the time to put away the christmas tree, before it is time to put out the milk and cookies!
But you my dear, you have slowed down time for me.
As another day ends, and as i sit here watching the sun set on yet another long day, i know that there is still 133 restless hours until i am admitted to the hospital where i shall meet you….
I wish i could say that the next 5 days will go so quickly, and in the end maybe i will look back and think that they did, but right now, as i think of you…. The time couldnt go anymore slowly.
There will be a time in your life when you just cant wait until the day comes, maybe a birthday party, maybe an adventure with your father, maybe just christmas day… But that day you look forward to, that day that you cant wait to come, that feeling inside like your going to explode….
That is how i feel today, that is how i will feel tomorrow, and that is how i will feel until the second your wrinkly little self is in my arms.
133 hours…. And counting…
Love from a mother that will be.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. Benjamin Disraeli
