Soon we will be able to look at the moon together, you and your Daddy and I.

We thought the day would never come, and it still is not here, but now we wait impatiently for you to be here with us.

I will try to write to you a little each day so you can know what your Daddy and I are thinking, so that one day when you are old enough to read this that you will know how much you were and are loved.

It is a beautiful day today, and the clouds over the Koolaus are puffed and heavy with morning rain.  Rain here is so pretty, A.  It sometimes falls in huge, fat drops that feel silky against the skin.  Other times it falls so lightly that you can see it bead up on the hair on your Daddy's arms, the drops perched there like silver ladybugs waiting to be fed.

When you are here we will run and play in this rain, gaze upwards at this sky and wave at these clouds as they float by.