The countdown begins.There is one week left until I finally meet you.I am not scared.I am a little nervous.The “what if’s” kind of sneak into my head, but I am not worried.What if I am not everything that I should be to you?What if I did not do a good job?I don’t know the future will tell.I haven’t even met you, and I already have questions for you.It sounds so weird but I am excited to shake your hand.I am excited to see your smile and to hear your voice.I know I won’t hear your voice in the terms of you actually speaking, but the noises you make.I figured the noises Sherman makes, I am pretty sure I can figure out yours. I speak dog, I might as well through add infant to my list. I cannot wait.
