To myself exactly one year ago,
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Dear Baby Eli,
I am now 31 weeks and 4 days pregnant with you. You are now
about 16 inches long and possibly almost 4 pounds. So far, I have been
remaining prayed up and loving every moment we share together. Just last week
we had our very first maternity photo shoot! You gave me a very special glow
that truly shown on our photos. Let me tell you son, you were kicking up a
storm whenever I was wearing a bright red ballroom gown type tutu. I kept
poking you back to let you know that I know you love being in front of the
camera as much as mama do.
Dear Baby Hurd,
When we left off in the last letter your mama was going on
13 weeks pregnant with you. At 13 weeks, pregnant you were the size of a large
lemon and now you are as big as a nectarine! You have grown so much in these
past two weeks that I am excited to see you back on the ultrasound screen in
action. In these last two weeks, I have been talking to you as if you could
hear and comprehend every word that I say to you.
Dear Baby Hurd,
I still am thanking God for your life every day. These past
two weeks have really been going great for me and your father. In the last letter that you read from me, I told you that your father and I was going
through a difficult time with seeing eye to eye. I can now say that we have
truly moved passed the bitter sweetness that affected us weeks ago. Mama’s
hormones are getting back to normal. I am still a major emotional being as your
father always jokes about, however things have been solid.
The feeling of
being slept on is truly a feeling that can taunt with your self-esteem. Allow
me to tell you why, for the past few weeks, since starting my new job I have
been feeling like I need to make a better come up in life. I once felt like
starting this new job was going to make me feel like I am accomplishing more in
life. I once felt like actually becoming a bank teller was going to be
something that I was going to fall in love with doing; especially from
previously working at a gas station. But, hell to the knawl! I really feel like
I am just soooo…slept on brah! Could I even call you brah? Hopefully, I can because
I really am in my feelings.
Hey, Dad
It's me your daughter, Linda. I found out around five years old that you are deceased. Back then, I didn't know if it was a joke or just a way for no one to tell me about you. Growing up watching my mother suffer without you physically truly harden me.
There were countless times, that I wanted YOU to be there for me when my mother couldn't be. I wondered if you would have accepted me as your own.
I heard from my mother as an adolescent that once you passed away, that your family took everything from her that she could have had for me. I was scared to ask questions about you to my mother because I didn't know how she would react.
When I was seventeen.
Today is the day that I write a letter on my blog to myself. I am now 23 years old and a wife. I work a part-time job, and I am a YouTuber. I am now an impulsive young woman chasing her dreams. No longer, I am that small-town village girl. I am living in a city with dreams that I am still molding along with God to come true. I want to tell you; Seventeen year old, Linda how much you have changed for the better...
