You always are but sometimes much more than others. I see you playing at the beach and asking me all sorts of questions about beach animals, the weather, and why it’s okay to wear bathing suits at the beach but not underwear. I’ve thought about all of the colorful clothes you’ll wear, and how you’ll be while playing with your cousins. I’ve had visions of you laying over my lap at dinner with the family because we’ve had a long day and you’re way too tired to sit with adults at the table and be cute for them any longer.

I imagine all of the interesting things you’ll say and what your first little creations will be. I imagine your smile and your infectious laughter. The types of friends and relationships you’ll have. How you’ll feel when neither I nor your father give you the answer you were hoping for. And I pray that one day following you will understand exactly why our answers were what they were. 

What will simple joys be to you at age 20? What will great joy’s be to you at age 5? What will be your most pressing questions for me about sex and boys? Friendship and confidence? 

What questions will you want to know and have the courage to ask about who I was before I was your mother. I will always be honest and tell all in due time. 

These things cross my mind, just about daily, as I sit and think about you. My little Moon :) I Love you.