A Letter to Lincoln

Dear Lincoln,
Some time ago, your (super awesome, amazing, wonderful, talented, loving and crazy cool) dad and I decided that we were probably going to call you Lincoln. We kept this a secret for a little while, because we weren’t totally sure if that was going to be your name, but we kept saying it and it became clear that it just fit. It was then decided, that you will  be our Lincoln. This may be a little confusing, as the first name you’ll see on your birth certificate will be Robert and Lincoln will be in the middle. But don’t worry, your dad’s birth certificate is the same, his name is also Robert, but we call him Marshall. I am fairly certain that he will insist that you call him some variation of dad, so don’t get any crazy ideas. I think it is so fun that you will both be Robert, which was also your dad’s grandpa’s name. You are named after two crazy awesome guys. I am sure you will carry it well.

This weekend some really great friends of ours threw a shower in celebration of you. They bought you so much stuff! So many cute little clothes and pants and diapers and toys and books… you are one loved little dude. Two weeks ago my sister and her sister in law (Aunt Cassidy & Aunt Jamie, you’ll love them!) threw us a shower too and your Gigi, Aunt Olivia, Mimi (my grandma) & Papa (my grandpa), and so many sweet friends came and brought all kinds of presents for you. Last week, our small group from church surprised (this was quite a feat, your mom doesn’t really get surprised, but I was totally shocked!) us with a shower for you. You will love these people, there are so many little friends in our group that you will play with for years to come (Liam, Deacon, Zeke, Benjamin, Ava, Eloise, Izabelle was just born last week and Reynolds will be here soon! So many friends!). Get excited!

Little dude, we are set. I am new to this mom thing, and I can’t speak for your dad, but I was a little nervous about how we were going to get all things that everyone says we need to take care of you. Our friends and family have literally showered us with everything we could ever possibly need for our first few months with you. Most of all, Lincoln, they have poured love, generosity and joy over us. An overwhelming love that makes me so happy that you are going to get to meet all these sweet people and grow up in this world with them! Your dad and I have known each other for almost 10 years now and in that 10 years we have seen, time after time, God give us the most wonderful people in our lives in times when we needed them the most. God is so good, Lincoln. He is always good, and always faithful, even when we are not. I want you to know and remember, that stuff is stuff. While, in our situation, a lot of this baby stuff is stuff we need, some of it is just (really stinking adorable) stuff. It comes and goes, loses value, and loses our attention. People are what matter, Lincoln. As you grow older, I hope that you will remember that investing in people is what matters most. Our friendships and relationships are where God has truly blessed us. Enjoy them and savor them. Pour your heart into them.  There’s this guy Jesus that we like a lot (more about him later), and he said these words:

I’ve loved you the way my Father has loved me. Make yourselves at home in my love. If you keep my commands, you’ll remain intimately at home in my love. That’s what I’ve done – kept my Father’s commands and made myself at home in his love. I’ve told you these things for a purpose: that my joy might be your joy, and your joy wholly mature. This is my command: Love one another the way I loved you. This is the very best way to love. Put your life on the line for your friends. You are my friends when you do the things I command you. But remember the root command: Love one another.

John 15:9-17 The Message 

The night before last I was laying in bed feeling your little wiggles and kicks. You are growing bigger by the second. I haven’t quite figured out your sleep pattern (do you have one?) because sometimes you are quiet when I am sleeping, and other times you are dancing all around keeping me awake. I was thinking about you and your name, and wondering what you will be like. I was thinking about your eyes and hair and face and wondering if you’ll look like me, or your dad, or one of your aunts or uncles or grandparents. I was just thinking about you and getting so excited for you to get here already (we have somewhere between 7 and 10 weeks to go!)  and how I can’t wait to see your little Lincoln self in real life. I somehow started thinking about the alphabet and how our letters are right next to each other. K L & M. K is for Kellie (that’s me, you can call me mom, though), L is for Lincoln (also, Luna & Lobo… your doggy sister & brother) and M is for Marshall. All together in a neat little row with you in the middle. You see, little guy? We were always together. From the beginning. We are handpicked. 
Ta ta for now, little guy. See you soon, but not too soon, of course!
Keep growing, kicking and wiggling! 
Love you the most, 

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