Some people have emailed me and asked what the poem said inside the frames that I made for all the (great) grandparents and to Trav's brother and his wife:
Dear Great Grandpa & Grandma Byram,
I do not have a face to see, Or put inside a frame.
I do not have soft cheeks to kiss. I don't yet have a name.
Not yet can you hold my tiny hands, Nor whisper in my ear.
It's still too soon to sing a song, Or cuddle me so near.
But all that will change come next November; When they say I am due.
I am your newest grandchild (or great grandchild or the newest Riley);
And I can't wait until I meet you!
All I ask between now and then is your love for me to grow.
I promise I'll be worth the wait; Just think of all the joy we'll know!
So as you're waiting patiently, Please pray lots of prayers for me.
I cannot wait to be a part Of this wonderful family!
Love, Baby (lastname or nickname, if you would like)
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