Dear Jonah,

Have you ever woken up one day and said, "holy crap, I am six months pregnant!?" Of course you haven't. But that happened to me. A baby brother. When I spoon you on the floor while you fall asleep, he kicks us both. You give him kisses. And pat him. I hold you with your arms wrapped around my neck while you sit on him. I carry you both thru the grocery store so you don't take everything off the shelves. We do everything all together already.