Lee came home a little after 9 pm. When he walked upstairs and into their bedroom he saw Rosemary fast asleep on the bed. He covered her up with the comforter and gave her a kiss on her left cheek and forehead. Across from her on the bed was a letter. Could it be the one for their baby? It wouldn't hurt to take a small peek as he moved it off the bed. No, he decided. But curiosity about what was in the letter was killing him.

Lee went back downstairs and sat on the couch. He opened his portfolio taking out a few pieces of paper and a pen. He started on his letter to the baby. His baby Lee smiled at the thought.

My Darling,

I am writing you this letter desperately waiting for your arrival. We are just one month away from the day we can meet you.

I don't have a preference for a boy or a girl. I just want to be your father. It is always something that I wanted to be. To have a family.

My parents both died when I was young. That is something I hope you don't ever have to experience. I hope we see your own children grow up. That we live to be there in all the special milestones of your life.

I want you to know how deeply loved you are. There is nothing that you could ever do that would make me stop loving you even for a minute. We may argue or sometimes lose our tempers but that is temporary.

A hard lesson that I want to teach you. Family is forever. When I was younger, I lost my way and lost years with my family after my brother died. It was all over misunderstandings, stubbornness, and the pain we all felt in our hearts. Your mommy and I have worked hard to have a relationship where love is at the center of our family.

We want the very best for you. I hope you grow up with the love of adventure your mom has. Never be afraid to try something new or unexpected. Find a job that you feel passion for.

I want to share a beloved poem that has helped me many times. She is a favorite poet of mine, Emily Dickinson. I love you forever. Daddy

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chilliest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.