I just deleted about 3 paragraphs of writing. I was trying to be serious and tell you some really important stuff, but I just kind of want to talk to you so I think I will keep it as light as I can and just write from a different place. I am actually on a plane right now, sitting in first class on my way to a meeting in Dallas! I miss you already, you have been quite active inside mommys tummy lately, lots of kicks and moving about. I sure do love to see and feel you move. Its so strange to love you so much already and your just a tinny little baby inside your mother.
         So what to write about. How about this I will tell you some more about your mother and I. How about something really juicy, our first kiss! Ok so first the back-story, your mother and I had been dating for a few weeks and I found out that she had never slow danced with a man. We had a trip up to our cabin in Prescott and I decided it would be a great time to give her that first dance. I took her on a quad ride to your Grandfathers cabin and set up candles and a cd player while she was upstairs. I invited her down and started the music and asked her to dance. Feeling in the moment I asked if I could kiss her… and she turned me down! After all that work I still got the cold shoulder, well not exactly cold, she told me that she did not intend to kiss a man until she knew she was going to marry him, and I was not there yet. I promised to never ask her again to respect her decision- and by the way, if you want a mans respect you need to respect yourself as your mother did- I am certain she will teach you all about it.
        Well a few weeks later we found ourselves alone in my bedroom. I was most likely being very romantic and sweet and then your mother looked at me with a look that told me something good was about to happen. I don’t remember all the details but I remember this, she said “ask me again”, I was slightly confused and said, “ask you what”, to which she replied “ask me what you asked me at your cabin”. Well I knew it was go time however, respecting her as I did and knowing the importance of the occasion I asked if she was certain this is what she wanted. She affirmed her decision and our lips met for the first time.
        I will have you know that I am the only man she has ever kissed, I would really appreciate it if you could do the same- and in fact your heart will appreciate it as well. You see each time you share yourself with someone you leave something with them, some part of your heart, your mind, your spirit. Its kind of like you imprint on them and the more people you imprint on the less moving it becomes to your spirit to do so. Now this kind of old fashioned thinking flys in the face of today’s enlightened thinking, so I am sure it will be even more out of fashion when you become a young woman. I will see to it as much as I can that the men in your life respect you in every way. If they do not I will not respect them, which means I will not hesitate to remove them from your life with as much force as I can use short of being arrested.
        You know what I remember most about kissing your mother? I remember knowing she would be the last woman I kissed. I savored the moment because it was not some casual waste of my passion. I know someday you will have your fist kiss. I kind of freak out about it, and I will do my best to delay it as much as possible, but someday he will come. I can only hope he has the Lord in his heart and the desire to learn how to care for your spirit. In the meantime I will give you all the kisses and hugs and attention you want. I will warn you of all of my sexes sneaky ways and BS to prepare you. I will be the first man in your heart, until God brings the man who will take you from me, and fulfill a part of your heart I will never be able to.

I love you sweetheart. I cant wait to write again, sorry its been awhile. Love you tons and tons.