Dear Lincoln,

I overslept the other day (It happens when you’re 8 months pregnant). Dad gently woke me up and asked if I was going to work. I asked him what time it was and he said, “7.” My eyes went wide open. “WHAT?! Why didn’t you wake me earlier?!” I was kind of mad that I dad didn’t wake me up earlier. And at this point, you are a pretty good kid. If we’re still sleeping, you just turn on that Ninja Turtle light and stare at the stars. I got up, got your milk, went inside your room, gave you your milk and left. I got ready. I told myself, I can’t say goodbye to him. I need to leave, I’m already late. But somehow, I just had to see you before I left for work. I though, I’ll just go in for a little bit.

But you know what? Time stops when I’m with you. You got up and demanded to be held. How can I deny you that? My world just stopped. It didn’t matter that I was going to be late. You bring me such calm and joy. It was definitely something that I needed that morning. Thank you for being you.