Week 25 Day 5

My dearest daughter,

So much I wonder how you will be and what you will look like. I fantasize about whose lips you'll have and pray you'll have my big, almond shaped eyes. They'll view this world with the innocence few can filter. You'll likely have straight dark hair, just like us, mom and dad. They used to tell me I walk like my dad, your abuelo. Dad says I talk like my mom,  your abuela. But you, you will carry all of us in you.

There are these magical bits living inside of us that we call genes. They've been around since as long as our families have existed and each one of us carries a different code. Our codes go way back since our lineages started, way on the other side of the world. Who knows what our ancestors were like, right? Well, maybe you'll be a little bit like your dad's great-great grandmother... and we may not even know what she was like. But perhaps you'll spark something different and bisabuela Lela will catch on.

You see Hailey, you will remind us of all that's come before you. As your mom and dad, presently alive, we'll witness our past through you; our tiny future. So much of our family history lays within you-- it amazes me.

We adore you and grow more anxious with each passing day. We are so grateful to have been blessed with you in our lives. Dad and I can't wait to meet you, little Pepper.

Love Always,
Mom