Dear Lior,
Mama made this so you can have something to laugh at when you're a little older. I know you will get embarrassed by this because I already am. But since your generation probably don't need pens and papers anymore, mama decided to make a blog for you.
As of the moment, your papa is already sleeping (I don't even know why, he didn't do anything all day long) and you're clearly diverting my attention from what I am supposed to be doing. You're playing with your pacifier as it is your best friend in the world.
My little one, I had you when I was 19. I wasn't ready. I don't think anyone that young is ready. Yet, when I first heard your heartbeat, I could not help but cry because suddenly, my world isn't mine anymore. You took it the moment you kicked me, you little soccer boy. I didn't know what to feel. I was scared mostly, not because I was going to have you but because of how I am supposed to tell everyone that matter. I remembered the day I had to tell your grandpa about you. I honestly thought I was going to die.
Regardless of whatever fear you brought to me, I was happy. For the first time in my life, I actually had the reason to live and to believe. You've given me so much joy that is why you will never have the right to feel bad for mama even for a tiny hint! I love you so much and you make us all so happy. I will always be here for you, buling.
Love, Mama
