A Letter To My Unborn Daughter (Part One)

Well, daughter . . . here we are.

Figuratively speaking, I mean.

Much of what I said in my introduction in my first letter to your brother still applies, particularly the part about understanding if the timing of this letter seems odd to you.  Like I said to him as well, I plan to live a long time, but sometimes plans do change so . . . . here we are.

At least you have a name I can call you by while I write this; your brother didn’t at the point when I wrote him his first letter.  This is in no way favoritism, it’s just that for some reason I always thought that you’d be the first to join us, so I had your name picked out far in advance, but you and your brother certainly showed me, now didn’t you?

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