Why This Blog?

When I got pregnant in 2011, I started Didn’t Expect That: Unexpected Things While Expecting. Now that we’ve had the baby, I decided to start Letters to Little, the blog that is going to be more of a journal for my daughter to read when she gets older.

I got the idea of writing letters from my own childhood. When I was born, my father named one of his army buddies as my Godfather. We got transferred out of Tennessee to Maine, and I never got a chance to see this guy again. I have no memory of this person. I do, however, have this letter he wrote to me when I was 3 months old. This letter sits in our safe, and is something that I take out from time to time. It’s weathered, torn in some spots, and yellowed with age – but each time I read it,  I get a little choked up. It was such a sweet idea, that when I found out I was expecting, I knew I wanted to do something similar.

I hope to someday print some of these out for Aislyn (“Little” in the blog) and put them in a journal that I have set aside for her. However, I was worried about the aging process of paper, as well as the more immediate problem of trying to write anything with one hand and a pen when you are breastfeeding a newborn. Technology has allowed me to preserve these letters for her, but also give me a means of printing them out later as a physical document in time so she doesn’t have to be quite as delicate 30 years down the road, reading a couple of fragile, brittle, pieces of paper.

Hopefully these letters will mean as much to her when she’s older, as the letter from my dads friend to me still is.

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