My Dearest Baby Girl,
I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a little bit, but it's been quite the rough week. This week, a good friend died in a very bad car accident. His wife is having a baby, too, just a month after you come. So it's been a week full of many tears. My joy of knowing you are a girl came only a number of hours before the news of J.'s death.
But, keeping it happy, Baby Girl, your dad and I are leaning towards Isabella Joy. Your daddy is so excited about this because he wants to nickname you "Izzy Gillespie." With being a trumpet player and having the appreciation for brass, your dad just gets enjoyment out of those types of things. Either way, if we do choose Isabella, we'll call you "Izzy."
I've been looking at different things for you, like a high chair and car seat. But more importantly, your daddy twisted my arm into wanting girly bedding. So we settled on this adorable set that is lavender/mauve/pink with butterflies. It's called "Sugar Plum." It will suit you perfectly! I'm so excited!!
So I discovered this week that you like brass music! J. was a tuba player, so at his celebration service, there was a lot of brass music. Your daddy played the trumpet with our church's brass ensemble. The louder the brass music was, the more you were dancing around and kicking me gently. I'm so excited that you are responding to music because your daddy and I are both musicians. I'm hoping you'll grow up to play an instrument (of your choice, of course, don't let you daddy force you to play a brass instrument) and let music influence your soul the way it does your daddy's and mine.
I still pray for you every day. I'm so excited that we are over halfway to meeting you face to face. Until that day comes, I'll keep writing you letters, love darling little girl!
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