Dear Foster

On October 3, 2012, I found out you were on your way.  Your Daddy was out of town and I took a pregnancy test on a whim, not expecting it to actually be positive. My first words aloud were "is this a joke?!" followed by "oh my gosh" over and over and over again. I waited impatiently for your Daddy's plane to land so I could tell him I was pregnant. We told our family shortly after. Your Lolli, Aunt Lynsey and Aunt Abbey cried.

We found out you're a boy on January 19. To be honest, I never pictured myself as a boy mom. I always pictured pink, dresses and hairbows. But God is good and He always knows what's best. He had a plan for our family from the very beginning - a plan better than anything I could have chosen for myself. I don't know how to fish or hunt or make animal noises but I can't wait for your Daddy to teach both of us. You have the best Daddy.

Today marks 50 days until your expected arrival. Right now you're moving around all over in my belly. I love to feel you move - proof of our Creator.

I can't wait to meet you. I can't wait to see your face and to hold you for the first time. I can't wait to bring you home and for LadyBuggs to meet her new brother. She'll love you. A friend of mine told me when I see you and realize just how much I love you it will be a glimpse into how much our Heavenly Father loves us.

I have been praying for you. I am praying you will know Jesus, that you will choose Him always because He is always worth it. I have been praying for me too. I am praying I will know how to guide you to Him.

I love you so much already. The tears in my eyes are only confirmation of what I know in my heart, which is that I was made to be your mother.