3/14/00
Baby,
So, most would find it pretty silly that I’m writing to you. You’re not born yet, you’re not even 2 cells dividing yet. But I am thinking of you. If you ever feel like an accident, like you have no purpose, or like you’re not wanted, then maybe I’ll show you this letter. Because your Dad and I do want you so very, very much. I hope we can be good parents. I pray that you’ll be happy, that your eyes will dance with joy. Most of all I pray that you’ll love God.
Know that we love you.
Hope to see you soon,

Mom

A letter to my daughter in the future:

Dear Sarah,
My little girl. You’re all grown up now. You’re a mommy. You have a little one of your own. You just told me how my PRECIOUS little grandchild terrorized you at the grocery store.

Oh the horror!

Surely the End was near. You called out to the canned goods and the boxes, “Fall on me and hide me from the face of him who sits in the shopping cart and from the wrath of the toddler!”

Exhausted and ashamed that your child could behave so badly in public, you came to me for comfort.

And I laughed.

I laughed and laughed and laughed. When I finally caught my breath, I pointed you to this letter, written so many years ago. And I loving said,

“WE’RE EVEN!”

April 13, 2002
Hi Sarah,

This is the first time I’ve written specifically to you. Your big brother Jeremiah is keeping me constantly busy. He just turned one year old. I’m 19 weeks pregnant with you. I can feel you kicking now. Your dad and I already love you so much. You’re such a sweet blessing from God. That sounds a little corny doesn’t it? But you really are. I thank God daily for giving you to me. I can’t wait to hold you, to kiss you, to see what you look like.

It’s late. Dad is working tonight on a DWI taskforce. He has a regular 8 to 5 desk job, but he just loves to go out and catch drunk drivers. You’ll be proud of him. Jeremiah is sleeping. He’s had a long day. He’s been kind of sick, poor little guy. And you’re keeping me awake with cute little kicks and terrible heartburn.

I really should go to bed. I’ll try to write again soon. Next time I’ll write something worth reading. I want to share with you our hopes and dreams. But for now, I’ll just remind you that we love you so very much.

Can’t wait to hold you,

Love Mom.