Dear Olivia, I'm not sure when we're going to meet; so until then I'll talk to you through this letter.

Do you like that I already have your name picked out? Your name was the result of a lot of discussion between your mom and I. We had to find a name that fit well with the name Fike. Your mom really liked Olivia because it could be shortened to Olive or even Livi.

I hope you don't have to deal with allergies like me. I'd much rather have you be like your mother and look at me in disgust/confusion when I have one of my sneezing fits. And knowing your mom, there is going to be a lot of cat hair around the house.

When it comes to field trips and helping out at your school, I'll only help out if you want me to. I know it can be embarrassing to have your parents around, especially when you're trying to be cool and just hangout with your friends. But before you spend the night at anyone's house, I'm meeting their parents, non-negotiable.

Listen to your mother, she is a lot smarter than I am.

Every boy you date will be the enemy, and I intend to be cleaning a gun or doing some other menacing activity when I first meet them. This isn't to embarrass you, but to let those idiots know I'm not messing around. I'm hoping to look like the Rock when you're in high school, so we'll see how that plays out.

I try to imagine what you will look like sometimes. I try to imagine your eye color too, and whether it will be something cool like green or blue. Will you sport the little bob like your mom did? or will you prefer your hair to be long? I just hope the body hair that you're bound to inherit doesn't come in too early, but its okay if you look like a sasquatch baby, I'll still love you.

I have a lot more questions, but I'll get the answers at a later date.

Bye Olivia, I hope to see you soon, but not too soon.