Dear Baby,

For some reason, I pictured you in my mind from the very moment I found out I was pregnant. When Babbo suggested your name at seven weeks, I knew in my heart that I was indeed having a little girl. I told family and friends of my guess,  but deep down, I didn't flinch an inch.

I was preparing all the lessons, games and silly times we'd have together. 

I began practicing various ways to spell the beautiful name that Babbo and I are going to give you.

I began playing the Macedonian folk music I grew up with - putting the speaker right near my belly so you can hear the drums.

I wondered if your hair would be jet black and curly like mine and if you'd inherit your Babbo's amazing blue eyes.

I pictured you seeing Lake Michigan for the first time, while sitting on a blanket with the span of the city behind you - welcoming you into the world as it did me in 1998.

I started thinking of all the things I wanted to talk to you about: mean girls, enjoying sports, acting like a lady, having a sense of humor, baking tips, respecting your Baba, Dedo and Grandma, being proud of your rich background, never being afraid to tell us anything and knowing that your Daddy will be your built-in bodyguard, effective now.

I always loved you, but now that I know more about you, I love you more. I've begun to subconsciously put my hand over you when I walk about the city, making sure harm doesn't come your way.  I don't want anyone taking away your comfortable time in my belly. You deserve your rest.

We can't wait to see you, little girl. Babbo is going to teach you everything about the White Sox and I plan on taking you to your first Detroit Red Wings game at Age 3.  You'll be exposed to two other languages, besides English, and have two parents that love each other very much. 

The three of us are going to be one powerful team, huh?

Kisses and Hugs from Mama!