Dear sweet first-born child of mine,
Over the years, you will learn more and more about me. One thing I'd like to give you a heads up about is I'm not actually a morning person. I know that will come as a shock since I've been rising with you at every ungodly hour since you were born, but it's the truth. Let's just say I faked it well (oh and it was a lot easier when you were smaller since you just wanted to be in our vicinity, not have actual conversation). That said, I have a pro-tip for you: mornings will be a lot smoother (maybe even more fun. ..eventually) if you ease me into them instead of cradling into my bed and talking a million miles an hour.
Don't get me wrong I like your taking. ...love it really, I'll just be a lot more pleasant (and responsive) if you give me 10-15 minutes to be quiet and gradually wake up.
I know you won't heed this. You probably couldn't care less. You won't, until you're thirty and have a talkative child yourself. But hey, it doesn't hurt to try!
Know that I'll love you forever, no matter what, including if you rush me into mornings every day for the rest of my life.