I Hope the Postal Service Can Get This to You.

Dear Petit(e) Somebody,

We were all really looking forward to meeting you. We were excited to arrange things for you and found ourselves always thinking of all of the cool places that we would take you. If you were a girl, I pictured you to be about 2 or 3 years old with your little curly bouncy ponytails and sundress with baby pink chucks on. If you were a boy, I imagined you always drooling and jumping onto anything that was within your reach. I thought about your future and what your favorite book might have become. It was exciting to think of the influences that we would have on each other. I pictured your smile and your piercing cries because Mommy told you no. I was excited to be a part of your life. Well, the universe decided that the tension was too much for you. So gravity pulled you away and now I think that we have all gotten used to our old but different days. Even though you never made it here, you still managed to put a smile on my face.