Child,
It has been many days since I've written and I am sorry for that lapse. I read to your belly home and touch-feel for you everyday, but still, I have neglected a precious strand. These words represent a special continuity to me, a way to share the details of life with you, your first days, across all time and understanding. They are like a promise to me.
Much has happened lately. The robins we so fiercely defended have flown. There was a sudden explosion of feathers when your Mom opened the back door and the chicks scattered across the yard. We spent hours rounding the chicks up and planting them in trees, hoping to keep them off the treacherous ground. The cat busy backyard absolutely bustled as felines we'd never before seen appeared magically, feigning nonchalance as they scouted the tall grass on the fringes of the yard. At one point I prowled the yard wearing only a lavender towel around my midriff, chasing cats and hope.
We don't know if any of the chicks survived. They fly and all you can do is wonder.
It's frightening to me how much I love you.
It's huge and scary and amazing.
Pa-