You have yet to make a single decision, still every day of your existence has been recorded.  You have yet to think a single thought, still the thoughts towards and about you outnumber the grains of sand on all of the beaches of Hawaii and beyond.  You have yet to mess up or throw a hissy fit or draw a mustache on your brother’s portrait in the hallway, still every deed you will commit, for good and for bad, has already been covered by grace.

Now some people say that you have the life, the easy life, that things are so simple for you, and yet we know that you are wonderfully complex.  Truly, we are undone at the thought of you being put together; and though you sit in darkness right now, you bring light to our faces and joy to our lives.

You don’t actually have a heart; nevertheless, we love you with all of ours and look forward to meeting you soon.

Love, Aunty Malia.