Dearest Clara,

Sweet baby girl.  I love you.  You are amazing.  like bacon.  but better.

I have wanted you, loved you, melted at the very thought of you since before you were born.  before you were you.  before we knew you were a girl. 

Boys are ok.  But I cried when your mommy told me that you were a girl.  and you are such a princess. 

 A princess child.  full of innocence.  and sparkle.  and rainbows.  and femininity.

Sugarlumplump – this may come as a surprise to you but I was not a heartbreaker.  Sure, I have amazingly awesome goodlooks that rival most supermodels…but alas, nobody saw those killer legs beneath the cellulite.  Boys didn’t take the time to search the giant cranium to spy my brown eyes.  Guys somehow didn’t recognize the six pack abs that live right there next to my muffin top.

But you?  You are really gonna be something.  A stop-and-stare kinda girl. 

One day, you will meet a boy…and he will fall in love.  I beg you dear child.  Don’t break his heart.  It won’t heal.  It won’t repair.  It won’t become whole again.  Maybe you should just put off dating till after you are married. 

Just a thought. 

 

Love and kisses, 

Katie (that Aunt with the camera)