

October 14, 2006
Dear Taylor,
As I await your arrival, I can’t help but think of all the things the future holds. I first wonder what you will look like. What color will your hair be? Will you have fat cheeks, dimples, full lips, and a round nose? Will you be really long or will you be short? When will you first roll over, get your first tooth, and say your first word? When will you take your first step? What will you be like as you get older? Will you be a prissy little girl or a tomboy? Will you want to cheer and dance or play basketball and rough house with the boys? All of these things make me so excited about the future! I promise to cherish each day and each moment as its own. I want to enjoy these moments with you and not look ahead. Taylor, your daddy and I are already so blessed to have you and we both thank God for you!
We promise that we will raise you in a Christian home. We want to instill values in you that will please our God. We promise to teach you about your Creator, and the love He has for YOU! We promise to teach you about His Son and the sacrifice He made for YOU! I pray that you may have a tender, compassionate heart. I pray that you will have a giving spirit. I pray that you will be a light so that others may see who makes you glow.
Taylor, as your mom, I know there will be times when you don’t like me very much. I pray that you understand that anything I do to upset you is done out of love for you. You are a precious life that God has given me and asked me to look after. It is my vow to raise you in a way that will make God happy. Taylor, I love you so much and I always will.
Love,
Mom