I excitedly await your entrance into this world. I can’t wait until I see you, and see my sister hold you in her arms.

I can’t wait to hold you in mine for the first time, and realize how precious you are to me.

I can’t wait until you are grown, and we can play games and watch movies while your parents have a small retreat–not because they will ever get tired of you, but because even adults need a getaway, too.

When you grow older, I might not always say the right things, and I might do things that you shouldn’t and then tell you not to, so I figured I should to what I do most–write.

I want you to know that I will always be here for you.

From boy (or girl) problems, to the stresses of school and even when you disagree with your parents (who I will always tell you have your best interests at heart), I will be here for you to come to.

We can binge watch movies and stuff our faces with ice cream, no matter how old we are.

And though I’ll be much older than you by the time you hit high school, you can always come to me to explode about gossip or talk about boys, because I was there once. And I want you to know that I will always try to understand, even when I’m old and outdated to your world.

I have yet to meet you, and yet I love you more than I thought I could love anything.

And when you have fights with your mother, you can always come to me. I was there at some point, too. It’ll be us against the world–(until you make up with your mom, which you always will, no matter what either of you think.)

I love you.

I can’t wait to meet you, Ella.

All my love,

All my life.


~Aunt Mad