My little one, you're not yet born,
But in my heart, you've already formed.
I think of you each passing day,
And wonder what you'll be like in every way.

Will you have your mother's eyes,
Or your father's smile that shines so bright?
Will you be calm and sweet in all you do,
Or will you be wild, adventurous and true?

I can't wait to hold you close,
To see you grow and bloom and glow.
To teach you, guide you, love you true,
And be there for everything you go through.

I...