April 6, 2012
Dear sweet, sweet Strawberry Baby,
I wish for you your momma’s hair and your daddy’s smile. I hope your daddy & your Uncle Gavin start teaching you their soccer skills even before you can walk. I hope that you grow-up with a deep love for animals and that one day your dad lets you get a little puppy. I hope your momma sings to you. Often. She has the most perfect voice. I also hope you dance together in kitchen and that you grow up with a deep love for cooking and hosting big family dinners as your Grandma Cain loves to do (and is so amazing at). I wish, for you, a hundred little nicknames. I hope that, one day, your dad shows you his silent scream. I hope that you love music, art and theater like your momma. I wish that you are as hilarious as your Uncles & your Grandpas and as sweet as your Aunts and Grandmas. I hope that you are adventurous and silly. I hope that you have your Aunt Whitney’s laugh and your momma’s love of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
But, most of all, I wish that you have a lifelong girlfriend who means as much to you as your momma does to me. I hope you lip sync to boy bands and dance in your bedroom together. I hope that you grow up in the Lord together and encourage each other when you falter. I hope that you survive break-ups, fashion trends and all the drama that being a teenage girl brings with it. I hope you are the maids of honor in each other’s weddings and are able to share in each other’s lives and marriages even when you are far apart. I hope that you ugly cry, laugh, share and grow together, ALWAYS. I hope that one day, you are able to watch her become a mom and see how immensely beautiful that is and that one day you can meet her daughter and wish for her these same things.
I love you little Strawberry baby.