Dear Presley,

Your room is not even close to being done. If you came into our world today, you would barely have a bed to sleep in. You have dressy clothes to hang around in, but I still need to get you some pajamas to sleep in. Your room may not be done, but you will be coming into a home and a family that is more than ready to meet you. We guess who you will look like. We guess if you will have hair or be a baldy. We guess if you will have the same luscious lips as your brother. We guess a lot of things. 

But we don't guess about how you will fit into our little family. We have no doubt that you will fit right in without missing a beat. That you will fit just as perfectly in that little nook between our neck and shoulder as your brother did. That you will have that perfect sweet new baby smell that only a parent can understand. No doubt that you will have a brother who is obsessed with you. Who will want to protect you and love on you. 

We can't wait to meet you. 

Love,

Mom and Dad and Cash