Dear Ruby

Dear Ruby,
It is your official due date, and I am waiting here for you. I can guarantee you that this planet has snow, the kind that requires a snow-suit, for making snow-angels. Soon, it will have rain, and sunflowers, and ice cream. It has fossils. It lacks Titanotheres, sorry, but it is well-stocked with arthropods. I promise to lay off on the loud death metal until I think you can handle it...you are more likely to hear Joanna Newsome and Tangerine dream early on. We have three freak cats for you to meet, and a little bassinet with a sheepskin. We have tiny socks for you.

see you soon.