Dear Baby Reagan (we picked your name!),
After approximately 2.5 months living in a 600 square foot apartment in Manhattan, we are so glad to be back home in Dallas! Don’t get me wrong, New York was fun while it lasted but it wasn’t home.
So what did we do in New York? Well, Dad was in training for his job at J.P. Morgan. I worked part-time mostly writing appellate briefs and spent the remainder of my days exploring the city (and conveniently you went with me). We went to see four broadway plays (Marry Poppins, Spiderman, Phantom of the Opera, and Lion King); sat in the audience of two live talk shows (Dr. Oz and Katy Couric); took the train to Connecticut to see my grandparents; went to the top of the Empire State Building; walked along the Brooklyn Bridge; strolled through Central Park; ate pizza way too often; and went on a mission to find the best Egg’s Benedict brunch in all of NYC. My mom came to visit one weekend and so did your dad’s parents. All in all, it was a great life experience. It is not often you get the opportunity to live rent-free in New York City.
Now, we are back home and things have been pretty much all about you! We bought your crib, dresser, and glider chair. We picked out wallpaper for your nursery (Mom and Dad got into a tiff as to whether this amazing Anthropolgie wallpaper looking too 1990s — don’t worry, I won and you will love it!). We signed up for child-birthing and child-care classes. We moved all of the furniture out of Dad’s office so now it is officially YOUR nursery. We organized the kitchen, bathrooms, and closets. Basically, I have made up for all the lost months of nesting during the time we spent in New York.
You are growing at an amazing rate and are such a miracle every day to us. You are kicking constantly and often have these cute little hiccups. We read to you most every night and, before bed, Dad tells you all about his day. We pray for you and so do you grandparents. I have already received so many adorable clothes for you! I cannot wait to dress you up 🙂
Once day, when you are old enough to read, I want you to know that we loved you with all of our heats from the very beginning — from the first day we heard your little heart beat. I also want to thank you for making me feel so beautiful for the first time in a very long time. Every day when I look in the mirror, I see the reflection of not just me, but of you and me together. I cannot look at that and see anything other than beauty.
I love you forever and always,
Mom
We found out you were a GIRL in NYC! It snowed that night.
Brooklyn Bridge – 22 Weeks Pregnant
Grandparents and us in Time Square
Grandma and I after seeing Phantom on Broadway.
Mom and Dad on Empire State Building.
Michelle and Chelsea in NYC.

























