A Letter to Baby

Dear Baby S,
My due date seems so far away but I can't help but wonder what lies ahead. Will you have your fathers eyes and my olive skin? Will you be blessed with his abilities to solve any math problem or love to bury your head in literature like me? Will you share your dads humor? Will you love music like me? So many question fill my head day in and day out. The lessons I can't wait to teach you and the adventures we have yet to share all seem so close yet so far away. Now Baby S, I'm not saying we aren't nervous and that I haven't been reading any and every book on newborns but the anticipation of a new life, our new life, that we have created is too much joy to bear. I hope you love the outdoors and adventure as much as we do. I hope you are kind, ever so kind, because that is something your father and I adore about each other. I hope we can teach you to be a lover of LIFE not the material, a lover of people and nature. I can only hope that you love your grandparents as much as we do because Oh, man you were blessed with amazing grandmas and grandpas. In time I hope you learn that Family is everything, near and far, they, WE will always be there for you. It's strange to think that in a few months we will be holding you, getting to love you in our arms. I promise we will do our very best to share our knowledge with you, guide you and hold you but remember please be kind we're kinda new at this.

Love you SO VERY MUCH,
Mom

My Pre-Birthday Meldown

Thursday, I turned 25! I remember as a little girl my mom used to tuck me in and we'd read and talk a little before bed; I distinctly remember one particular conversation that went a little like this... "When I'm 25 Mom I want to be married, have a good job, a big house and one baby."  Oh, that beautiful child like dreaming. If you would have asked me 3 years ago I would have never thought I'd be on track  to accomplish anything on that list but here I am 25 married, with child and we're saving up to get our dream house. Although I may not have my dream job yet, I still have 11 months to work on it! I'm extremely blessed and I know it but that didn't stop me from throwing a little pity party the night before my birthday. I'm talking full-on water works with deep sighing and in between snorting as I watched my husband sit next to me with a sympathetic yet "What the Hell is going on?!" face. It was no joke, call it hormones, call it ego , whatever it was I felt silly afterwards. My Birthday ,since I've moved to California, has always landed on a moving week for us, not only a moving week but just a stressful time in general. We've never really been able to celebrate it, in between the packing, the cleaning and not to mention all of the expenses that come with it, my birthday is put on the back burner.  I know what you're thinking, "What a brat!" I  know because as I said how I felt to my dumbfounded husband I knew I was letting my ego take the wheel. It's also not like we don't do anything, my husband takes me to dinner, wakes me up with a birthday song and buys me flowers galore. This year he baked me a yummy chocolate cake after coming home from a grueling 8 hours in the sun. I'm a jerk! I'm not quite sure what led to my pre-birthday meltdown but it did help me realize how blessed I truly am. I made mental lists all day of the things I was grateful for, I did a little self-pampering and shopping. All in all my 25th birthday was a success and though it's much different from any other birthdays I've celebrated, I'm nothing but thankful. I have a wonderful husband, a baby on the way, a ton of amazing family members, love from every direction and everything that my 7 year old self could ever dreamed of having. So here is to my not so graceful 24
exit and my humble bow to 25.