I am 38 weeks with you.
Nothing ever more excited for one moment, more than this.
I loved every kick.
I felt my heart jump.
You are what I was born for.
I was born to be a mother.
To you.
Preslie Jean.
Your father has been there every step of the way.
He loves you.
You were shy when you were in my belly.
So your real moment of bonding was when he saw you in the warmer.
Heard your "goat cries".
You are his little girl.
Not only meant to serve his country but meant to be a father.
He has yet to drop you, but he does make fun of your hulk.
You were born.
Rainy, and yet sunny day.
Cinco de Mayo baby.
The most beautiful thing in my world.
Perfect.
Welcome my wonderful daughter.
I will love you forever.
To the moon and back.
Owl always love you.




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