Chicken Little talks to Papa from far away.

To my darling husband, daddy to be,

Across state lines is how this pregnancy is going. Not a well liked  position is all I can say. The hormones raging wildly about in a lonely house drive me nuts. I know we talk frequently but it isn't the same. I miss our time in the same house. We have this nifty way of just being. You know even if words aren't said we just get it. I used to think (truth be told over think) that we never talked enough and that we would be doomed. Then I realized we said a lot in our silence together. Deep thoughts and long conversations don't make a life. It makes for a pretentious noisy household where a lot of listening doesn't happen. There is a time and place for deep thoughts and those conversations, we have them we just don't constantly need them to fill space. They are worthwhile when we have them. I understand that more now that we are apart and awaiting our family. I miss the quiet with you, where the house feels full. Even with our crazy furries, minus that Snoopy, it seems so lonely. So chicken little and I will keep writing notes to you to let you know we are coming and to save our spots! Let me know if you have any questions you would like me to ask our chicken little and I will see if I can get it to cooperate. Until then know that we all miss you and love you.

Together soon we shall be
Your wifey and the Mama bear.