Dear Isaiah

Hello son. 

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write to you.  You've been hanging out inside of me for six months now.  You're six months alive!  I can't say six months old yet because that's the official way to reference your age once you're out in the world. 

I didn't write to you six months ago because I didn't know you were a boy yet.  And I didn't write to you one month ago when I found out you were a boy because I didn't know your name yet.  For some inexplicable reason, I didn't want to officially write you a letter until I knew your name. 

Isaiah. 

I also didn't write you sooner because I didn't really know if you would ever care to see a letter from me. 

When I imagined having a little girl, I knew she would care one day.  I found letters my dad wrote to me, and it meant the world to me.  They were mispelled & grammatically incorrect, but they were the most beautiful things I had ever read. 

I didn't know if such a strong man would ever care to read what his mom was thinking when he was little.  

But I decided that if you do care one day, if you ever need to know how much your mother loves you, if for some reason written words are more meaningful than my actions & the love in my eyes, then I better start writing. 

So that you always know that my heart is yours.  That I would give the world to you if I could.  That I will try my hardest to give you all of it that I can.  And then I will teach you how to get the rest. 

Isaiah, I love you.