Little Hughie...

I'm worried about you. I hope you are okay in there, in my womb. It is almost certain that you will be named after your dad. It's a great name and it seems very fitting for you to have it. You are our little Hughie and I am blessed to feel your little spirit around me each day. I am grateful for each of your tiny kicks that give me some tangible reassurance of your presence. Did you hear your dad tell you how much he loves you tonight? I hope so. Every once in awhile your sister Ruby puts her mouth on my belly, my only explaination is that she knows you are in there. We all love you. Be safe.