You don't even exist yet and already I find myself daydreaming about you every day. I have no idea when I'm going to meet you, what your name will be, or what you'll look like, but I truly can't wait to find out. I'm starting this journal so you can meet the person I was before I became your mom. I'll write as often as I can, but forgive me if there are gaps; I've never been all that great at journal writing.
If you were to take a snap-shot of my life right now, you would see me (26 and a bottle red head), your dad (29 and into all things mechanical) and our two dogs in a little yellow house we call home. Your father is one of the smartest people I've ever met, but he doubts himself sometimes because he's not "book smart." He is in near constant motion. Even when he's sleeping, he's usually got a project going. As I write this, there's a batch of beer brewing in our basement.
As for me, I like to make things with my hands, too. I knit, occasionally dyeing yarn, cross stitch, and have recently discovered a fondness for making bread. Can't cook to save my life, but the cinnamon raisin bread I made yesterday was amazing.
I'll leave it at that for tonight as it's past my bedtime. Next time I'll tell you a bit more about me and your grandparents.