08/15/2015

Dear Evie,

I don't know how to describe how I am feeling right now. Your dad once told me that when you meet your child for the first time it is as if you have been struck by lightning, a feeling of love that you can only feel for your child. He wasn't wrong about that. Today at 11:47am, you came into the world. A full head of dark hair, dark blue eyes that I hope will end up like your dad's, ten fingers and ten toes, and a hearty, boisterous cry that was music to my ears. When the nurses placed you in my arms, I stared down at you in complete awe of this life that was inside of me for nine months. Your dad and I made you. We made this perfect, angelic little person. Your dad and Alexis were standing around us, completely in love with you like I was. I couldn't stop crying out of happiness, joy, elation. Everything in my life led me to that moment; the first time I held you.

You are sleeping in the bassinet by my hospital bed right now. Your dad is passed out in the chair next to me and I am writing to you. I've kept this journal for eight months, documenting everything that happened while I was pregnant with you. I will give you this journal someday, maybe when you are a teenager and you feel like the world is against you, maybe on your wedding day, or maybe when you are pregnant with your first child. I want this journal to remind you that you were and are everything I could have ever wanted and more. You are my love, my heart, my baby.

Love, Mom

A/N: I really apologize for taking so long to post the last chapter. It's been a weird week and a half, from my cat going deaf, a trip to the ER for me, then quitting my job for health concerns. I have been planning a new fic though that I hope to start soon.