Dear future child,
I’m going to hold you, one day. I’m going to be able to hold in my arms a symbol of the love I have for my wife, and look down at your face and see so many similarities. I know this is going to be true. I don’t know when you’re going to get here but something in my heart tells me you will get here eventually.
The world will feel a little scary at first. Even me, your dad, gets scared now and then of things. But I guess it’s a sign to show I’m still alive, isn’t it?
I hope you’re healthy, and strong. I pray that you know love in your heart. I also hope you have your mothers eyes… and your mothers skin but know that I will love, cherish, adore, provide and protect you with all of my being and will power. To me, you will be perfection.
One day I’m going to hold you and watch your first sunrise with you.
I look forward to that day.
Love, your father
p.s. you can call me anything you want. just as long as it isn’t a rude word.
Jack Maple 