We bought a house for you.
Your room is next to ours.
The gardens are bigger than both of our rooms put together.
I don't know much of how to raise you,
but I'll raise you by my side.
We can sit in the garden while the sun beats down.
You will sleep at first and I'll fumble my way through planting, pruning and picking. I'll try the vegetables first and then I'll puree them for you.
Eventually, you'll pick the vegetables, too.
There is a chicken coop.
We're probably crazy to buy a house, have a baby, pick up gardening, raise chickens, raise you, all at once.
But on the days that we're all much too tired,
we can sit on the patio and rest.
The patio gets sunshine all day long. It faces south and so we'll see both sunrise and sunset.
Once it's warm enough I'll buy you a kiddie pool and we can sit together in the water to stay cool.
I imagine you'll love warmth as much as I do. I imagine you'll crave the sun and find the sunny corners of the house, just like I do.
There's a reading nook in the kitchen.
A reading nook in our bedroom.
Both, with sun.
And we'll read. I know we'll read lots.
We'll read until we fall asleep.
When you're older you'll discover the downstairs of the house next to the sliding door where your play room will be.
In and out, you can run.
In and out, with the dogs.
Across the yard you'll see your dad's workshop where you can ask him questions and learn how to build.
You'll learn about metal, wood, micarta, and all sorts of other materials that you can turn into anything you want.
The workshop will be yours just as much as it is his.
Just as our house is really for you.