A letter to Sprout from Daddy…

Dear Sprout,

You will be here any day now and I want you to know how much I love you.  I also want to thank you for a few things.  First off, thanks for Father’s day this year.  You were only a few months then and still a little sprout, but you uncorked the biggest punch of your life, through your mommy’s tummy and into my waiting hand.  I hadn’t felt you move yet and to get that first experience on Father’s day is something I will cherish forever.

Secondly, thank you for helping me with patience.  What you are doing to your mommy through hormones and discomfort and everything is making me a better and more patient person.  Your mommy is a very independent person, but she’s needed my help so much while she’s making you, and I’m taking great care of her and loving every minute of it.  Yes EVERY minute of it.  Even this morning when Mommy was SUPER crabby and annoyed at the Target people, I still enjoyed myself.  Sprout, enjoy the world you are in right now while you can.  The world out here is mean.  It can be downright cruel and nasty.  I will do my absolute best to provide a happy and safe corner for you to thrive in.  Mommy and I are going to be the best parents possible and do our best to set the most positive, Christ-like examples for you to follow.

And last but not least, thank you for my yellow room!!!  Due to my colorblindness, I have an obscene attraction to the color yellow and I have always envisioned having a yellow room in my house.  I imagined it being filled with yellow furniture and yellow this and yellow that.  Everything yellow!  I always imagined it like a cool bachelor pad and without a doubt, the envisioned room would have cemented my bachelor status, but that’s besides the point.  Once we decided to wait to find out if you were a boy or a girl, EVERYTHING CHANGED!  Because the only color you can do a neutral room for a baby is YELLOW! (and green, boo..).  Now there have been some compromises.  There is some green on the walls.  I know, I know.  The yellow color is very soft and non-offensive in its intensity.  Thank Mommy for that one.  The furniture is white.  I’m okay with that one, my tastes have changed slightly.  The room is filled with Winnie The Pooh and his friends!  I’m cool with that one too, Pooh rules!  But all kidding aside, the most important thing in that room isn’t even here yet.  It’s YOU, Sprout.  In all my imagining of this yellow room, I never thought that you would be the centerpiece!  I guess my selfish thinking about my yellow room is fading away into adolescence, or last week, whatever you want to call it.  The bottom line is this, Sprout.  I love you so much and who better to share my yellow room with than you?  While you are not yellow yourself, many of your clothes will be at first.  I promise you won’t have to wear yellow clothes after you’re old enough to say enough is enough, but just know that if you choose to wear something yellow after that, my heart will smile and I will probably stare at you.  You’re our little Sprout and we’re going to be “The three best friends that anybody could have!”

I’ll see you soon,  =)

Daddy