Your mother and I didn't see each other during this week. I'm still away on miluim, occasionally having rocks thrown at me that are about the same size as you are. Please don't be offended by such a comparison - at least it shows that I'm thinking about you almost all the time.

As far as I know you didn't do any special growing this week - as though your regular growing wasn't special in and of itself. Strange, but from here on, you're apparently already you - though just what that means, besides physically, is totally unclear to me. After all, it's hard enough for an adult to be his or her self, let alone a baby that's far from even being born yet. Let's make a deal - I won't hold it against you if you don't know just who you are if you won't hold the same against me.