Will you have blue eyes or brown?
Will you be able to roll your tongue like your Mama?
Will you rub your feet on one another like your Daddy?
I hope you don’t have any of my angst that I carry around. Worrying about the slightest thing.
I hope your like your Daddy and take it as it comes, dealing with whatever is thrown at you.
I hope you have Daddy’s way with numbers and my passion to write.
Will you be a dreamer, like me, going into your own little world?
Will you bite your thumbs like Daddy or chew your lips like Mama?
Will you demolish a packet of biscuits or have more of a penchant for cheese?
I hope you will be happy in your new home.
I hope you will get everything you want out of your life.
I have high hopes for you, my Cub.
I know we will love you with all our hearts.
I know we can’t wait to meet you.