Tomorrow's a big day for us. I'm guessing you won't really think anything is different.
It's been two months since we saw your face and your, uhh... girl parts. And your hands and feet; you get the picture. Or, wait, you don't. We get the picture. We're on the outside, looking in. You are in your own universe, in no uncertain terms.
Those preceding three sentences seem important. I feel like I should learn some sort of lesson, read between the lines.
I will. Later. For now, I'm just excited to see you. Judging by mom's belly, I think you've grown about 20-fold since we last got a picture of you. It's hanging on our fridge, by the way. A picture of you, an arrow pointing to your... undercarriage:
"It's a girl!"
It sure was/is. But now you're not just a girl, Ella. You're Ella.
I'd estimate you've gotten about 20 times cooler in the last two months.
Love you, see you tomorrow.
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