Dear Haley,

Babycakes, you have an awesome dad. The other night I was changing our bed sheets while your dad was in the kitchen.

"Can you make me some orange juice please? Fresh squeezed if possible," I hollered from the bedroom, knowing full well we didn't have oj in the fridge or oranges anywhere in the house.

"We don't have orange juice Kara," Karl responded from the kitchen.

"I know, but a girl and her pregnant belly can dream."

The next thing I know your dad hands me glass of grapefruit juice...fresh squeezed. I don't know if I've tasted anything better in the 24 weeks I've been pregnant with you.


Love,
Mama