We went over to your Fords house last night. As soon as you walked in, you started looking around for something. It took me a good five minutes to realize Lincoln, your favorite of their dogs, was hiding and you wanted to see him. We found him together. "Lick-on!" you yelled as you ran up to him. He promptly stood, mostly to avoid being stepped on, and allowed you to pet him and then followed you out to the main part of the house (once Mrs. Ford directed him to do so).
From there, you went to the fish. You tried to pull open the drawer with the food, but Mrs. Ford explained that you would have to wait for Mr. Ford to get home.
When Mr. Ford did get home, you ran up to him as well and soon the two of you were off to feed fish together.
At dinner, when I told you that you couldn't have another drink to carry around (having spilled the last one), you actually went over to Mrs. Ford and asked her to overrule me. It's a common enough child tactic, and one I think you have done with me to your dad. But you have never asked someone other than a parent to get you something after you were told "no."
But the Fords are very special to you. You still call them both "my Fords" and are so excited when you see them.
The only thing is this: sometime in the next five or six weeks, a new little Ford is coming into the world.
Prepare yourself, sweet boy. Your dog, your fish, and your Fords are going to have another little one to love and care for.
But I promise, they will all still love you. Well, maybe not Lincoln; but since he's only recently transitioned from "terrified" to "cautious" around you and is many years away from puppy love, I think he will still allow you to build on that relationship. And fish are fish. But Mr. and Mrs. Ford will still love you. And when we do get to meet their baby, I hope you are every bit as sweet to her as they have been to you.
Love,
Mom
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