I believe that people have natural tendencies that are tempered, shaped, and changed by life experiences, so it's hard to know if your current temperaments will carry over into your adult life or if the innumerable experiences you have will fundamentally change you, but allow me to humor myself, if you will. These ideas I have of who you will become are in no way guidelines for how you should act, nor will I be displeased if you prove me completely wrong. I am merely trying to project who I see you as right now into the future as parents sometimes do.
The first thing that came to mind as I watched you is that it seems like you will be outgoing. As I watch you tramp unstoppably around the room, it's hard to imagine you being shy.
I am quite certain you will be uncommonly intelligent. Even at your small age, your mental capacity astonishes me and your mother. You catch onto thing very quickly, and I think this quality will stay with you throughout your life.
Along those same lines, I think you will have a great sense of humor. You love it when we do irregular things with you.You'll probably be a little goofy, like your dad.
Hopefully you won't get as angry as your father, but I kind of think you will have quite a temper. I always try to check myself around you, and your mother and I hardly never raise our voices, but you do sometimes! You'll yell with startling loudness if your "snackers" run out and we're not prompt at getting you more. We're gonna do our best to show you that's not okay though.
Your mother and I both had blonde hair when we were little that later turned brown, so I think you will be a brunette, but it's hard to say. No matter what though, I know you will be as beautiful as your mother, which is saying a lot, since she is the most beautiful woman in the world.
Mom already told you about how unstoppable you are, and I think that will lead you to be quite the adventurer. You are already set on getting into all kinds of trouble, and you love it when I carefully toss you around. One of your favorite things is when I toss you repeatedly and chant:
Toss the baby, toss the baby,
Toss the baby high!
Toss the baby, toss the baby,
Way up in the sky!
You've always grinned up at me when I've done that to you.
You're going to be musical in some way, of that I feel quite certain. Perhaps you'll be a dancer, take up instruments like you mother, or sing like your dad. Personally, I'm fond of your bouncy and enthusiastic dancing. It's one of my favorite things to do with you.
Promise me this though, Ayden, even if none of my predictions are true: promise me that you will dance. Promise me that you will never stop dancing with your daddy.
I love you, sweetie.