A letter of introduction

Oh, I hope you don't think that Pat has arrived (based on the title of this entry). Pat is still safe and secure in it's aquatic home inside my uterus. Hopefully Pat isn't going anywhere soon.

I wanted to share a gift I received from my mom at my Salt Lake City baby shower. She sent it down with my sister and when I read it, I got all teary-eyed, as did some of the women in attendance. Without further ado...

B is for boy which I might be.

A is for another possibility.

B is for blue, a colour I'll wear.

Y is for yelling - I'll do my share.

H is for Hancock, my last name, it's true.

A is for aunties, of which I have two.

N is for Nana, who loves me so.

C is for Christian - that's my dad, you know.

O is for oodles and oodles of love.

C is a creation of my Father above.

K is for Kristyn, my mommy so dear, who'll love me completely, year after year.

And so with these words, not just a few, I've introduced myself to you.

Good thing there's no "D" in "Hancock" because you can probably guess which word I would have begged her to include.