Dearest Little One,
So apparently the birthday wishes this morning were a little premature. We heard from our social worker this evening and your birth mom's labor hasn't progressed a whole lot so they're saying you'll make your big debut tomorrow or maybe Friday.
We're trying to keep busy, though. Your Poppa and I went to the mall today (and the pound of Sees candy that we bought is almost gone already--oops) and I picked out a card for your birth mother. There's so much I want to say to thank her, but words somehow escape me. I hope I can put onto paper what I've been thinking all along.
Your father and I, realizing that waiting in the hotel room was only making us stir crazy, ended up getting a last minute date in. We walked across the street to Boomer's and played a quick round of miniature golf. Your father must've really been distracted; I beat him by one point. That never happens. I, on the other hand, was totally on it: I got two hole in ones in a row!
So we're back in the hotel room, and your dad and I are going to head downstairs shortly so he can soak in the hot tub before the pool area closes in an hour. I didn't bring my swimsuit, so I'll be sitting poolside hopefully playing some card games with Nonni.
In the meantime, happy travels, little one!
your mommy
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