Friday, February 1, 2013

Seventy Eight; welcome to the world

January 31st, 7:36pm. 21inches, 8lbs 9oz.
Parker Mason Townsend was born.

I have so much I want to say to you, Parker. But I don't know where to start. I haven't met you, and probably won't for awhile.. But I love you. I love you more than you know. I'm sorry I won't be there all the time to see you grow up, I'm sorry we probably won't get to be very close. But I do love you, and I'm going to try my best to see you whenever I can.

When your dad told me that your mom was pregnant, I was going through a very rough part of my life. And when I found out you would be born, I found another reason to keep on trying. Even though you're around 20hours away, you're still a reason for me to wake up with a smile on my face. I've never been more excited for the future.

I wish your grandad could be here, I wish he could see you. I'm sure you would love him, he was great. I actually had a dream of him the morning your mom's water broke. He wouldn't stop talking, and seemed VERY excited. It was a tough dream at first, but once your grandma told me that you were going to be born, it all made sense.

I'm so excited for your first Easter, Christmas, Halloween. Your first day of school, your graduation day. I'll try my best to be there to see you graduate and walk across that stage. I wish I could be there to hear you laugh, to do that baby babble all babies do... I wish I could curl up with you and watch a movie. Or even just tell you about your grandad.

I love you, Parker. And don't you forget it.