Baby Bee,Oh my dear. I love you, so much. I love you so much it hurts. You don’t even exist yet, but I love you. My dear bumblebee, are you lost?
I think about you every single day. I think about your laugh. I imagine what it will sound like. Will it be deep and throaty? Will it be giggley? Will your laugh be like my own, or daddy’s… or will it be entirely your own? I think about your character. Will you be quiet and introspective? Will you wonder about the world and be careful with your words, while silently loving? Or will you be loud and excited about your surroundings, laughing boastfully and loving deeply?
I know you are out there. I’m looking, bumblebee. I’ll find you.