Dear boy,
It's Mother's Day today, and this is my first year to be on the receiving end of the day's requisite thanks and well wishes. The compliments are making me squirm a little - although intellectually I do consider myself a mother, so far I feel more like your house than your mom! (Of course that didn't stop me from eating one of the moms-only cupcakes at church this morning, haha!)
It's been a peaceful week - quiet mornings cutting strawberries in the yogurt shop, a visit to the midwife, a business mixer, a scripture study with our Life Group, a neighborhood barbecue, a rainbow of brand new diapers, sweet tea on the front porch while your dad plants flowers, a stroll along the waterfront followed by fish and chips from our favorite seafood shack. We are heeding all the warnings to "sleep while we can" and getting out of bed slowly in the mornings.
I am trying to memorize all these details of our daily life before you come along and make a big beautiful mess of things. We are thrilled to meet you, but I'll admit to feeling a little sentimental about leaving behind our relatively serene existence as a family of two. Tomorrow you are 38 weeks young, and in many ways it feels like the calm before the storm.
Our little baby boy! I am trying to imagine your smallness, your wrinkly skin and your tiny starfish hands. I wish my belly was a fishbowl so we could see you swimming! You're not so wiggly any more, which I hope means you're locked in position, resting up for your big debut...
We love you, kiddo.
From your mama
