Come, child.

I don't know you yet, but I can feel that you're on your way.
On your way to me, to your mom. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever for the next few years, but one day. 
And until then, I will wait for you, I will imagine all you perfections and imperfections. 
Your little fingers will draw circles on my face, your eyes will always look for mine, your first smile will make me feel that from that moment on I'm blessed for the rest of my life. 
Please, don't lose your way to me.
Love,mom!