Literature
Dear Future Child
I don't know much about you. Yet.
Just that you will be a beautiful collection of my dna and your father's
You will probably have brown eyes.
They might be broken.
That's my fault.
Sorry.
You will definitely have brown hair.
It will be disagreeable and obnoxious, and wont do anything you want it to.
If you are a boy, your name will be patrick benjamin.
If you're a girl, your name will be melody marie.
If you're a girl, your kids will probably be color blind.
Don't look at me, that's your fathers fault.
You might grow up to be an astronaut
Or a grocery store clerk.
Either way we love you.
You might grow up to be gay, or straight