A letter from May 11th, 2020

Dear Denyse, You’re 4 weeks and 5 days pregnant with your first during a pandemic that’s ****** thousands, your last year of high school, the year you celebrated your 19th birthday, your relationships first anniversary and a possibility of a graduation ceremony. The father of your child is a hard working man who is essential, he’s recently bought the baby crib and picked out a name for the baby if it’s a girl. Planning the gender reveal/baby shower, taking you into his arms when you feel like a whale or just emotional for nothing. Gotten you bags in the middle of the night to throw up, gives you baths to relax your back and muscles. You couldn’t have picked the most perfect father for your child. Not only are you planning for your baby, you're planning a wedding that was already postponed due to the virus, and now you’re thinking “I didn’t plan for this baby at all” but miracles happen. You wish your dad was here to give you some advice on anything he can. You wished he was here once more before you moved on. You never thought you’d make it to 18, and once you did, you made it to 19. I’m glad you’ve made it far enough to celebrate your life with a baby, a husband, and crazy story to tell. I hope you have a beautiful little girl and she comes out with daddy’s beautiful eyelashes and smile, gaining your lips and fat cheeks. I hope it’s an easy pregnancy. We can’t lose this baby. I hope you and your family are happy and healthy, this is it for now, much love for the baby and the daddy. ❤️