To our little growing ball of preciousness

Dear Baby Girl,

Today, history was made. Our 44th President was inaugurated, and for the first time in my life as a knowledgeable person of society, I was proud to be American. For the first time I cared enough to watch on my own time as our first African-American President was inaugurated and the people of our country breathed a sigh of relief. Possibly, even people around the world felt this too.

I sat here with our laptop just below my belly, where you stay so nestled and warm, and choked back tears watching the live coverage of history in the making. Our history. The history you will one day go to school to learn all about and you'll come home and i'll tell you all about how you were just a mere 22 weeks along in the process of becoming another member of society. And how you sat perfectly still during the entire proceedings (which you never do, by the way) as if you were listening to your first president make a beautiful and momentous speech, addressing his country with love and hope. And how after all of this, you started bounching around and kicking with such fervor that I thought you must've already known how important this day was. That you wanted to sit still and listen to him, drink in what he had to say..and then rejoice along with the rest of the country when it was said and done.

I hope one day that you will understand how important is it for me to bring you into a country that's starting anew, right now, today. One that's finally saving the world for you and your future generations. One that you can grow up in and be proud to say that Barack Obama was president when you were born.

Love,

Mommy