Dear Tiny,
Dad and I agreed that you were doing the mambo tonight during our flight from Cleveland to Milwaukee. You were kicking for most of the flight! I can't really tell, but I think you're head-down, which is how we want you to be later on (so... stay comfy in that position).
We're going to a wedding this weekend, which is reminding us of our own wedding almost a year ago. You were but a figment of an idea back then, but trust me - it was a great day. Lots of people who love us were there and you'll grow up getting to know them. In fact, I can't wait for a day a while from now when you look at our wedding photos and laugh at the hair styles and clothing that everyone was wearing. That's a universal truth... whatever is in style today will one day feel faded.
Love,
Mama
