I have to start with some rather sad news. Unfortunately, Depot the bird passed away during the night on the first and only night he spent with us. The bird sanctuary thinks he had internal bleeding from running into something. Basically, your sweet Daddy (and to some extent your Mama) provided little Depot with hospice care during the last hours of his life. I am thankful the little ailing bird was not alone at the Home Depot. I promised your Daddy when we move he can get a bird to call his own.
Perhaps all three of you can pick out a bird together?
As I type this, you are actually 24 weeks in gestation, but I am going to be writing about our first trip to Texas in Week 23. And what a week it was! I reckon the only problem I had with it was it was too short and I did not see nearly everyone I wanted to see. This is always a dilemma in life. We’re spread out and oh, so busy.
When I was a kid I always wanted everyone I knew and loved to live on the same block so we could all see each other whenever we felt like it. I wanted this to be my reality to such an extent, I would make lists of all the people I wanted to live on my imaginary block.
Your Mama was weird.
Unfortunately, life is not like that. Unless, of course, you consider the world your “block.” I have friends in just about every corner of it at any given time, but it’s hard to walk on over and share a glass of tea or cup of coffee (or a margarita) when they’re half way around the world or even half-way across the country — so instead we share photos and check-ins and random status updates — and sometimes too much information. The connection it allows us to have is one of the reasons I have grown to love Facebook, even though there are days when I think perhaps it was the stupidest thing ever invented. It’s the closest thing I’ll ever have to having everyone on my block. My virtual block, minus the glass of tea or the cup of coffee.
Maybe heaven is like having everyone on one block? I sure hope so. I guess we’ll find out when we get there — not any time soon, mind you.
Your Daddy and I flew into Ft. Worth on Wednesday. Grandma Susan and Grandma Kay came into town on Thursday. Grandma Sandy came in on Saturday. It was a whirlwind of a time. We spent a lot of time with Grandma Kay’s best friend, Barbara and her husband, Bob. I’ve known Barbara and her daughters, Cathy and Becky, almost all my life. I know you will meet them one day, too! Hopefully Bob will make you some ribs, after you get some teeth, of course.
We spent a lot of time eating (an easy thing to do in Texas), looking around Ft. Worth and napping. I wanted to have more energy for neighborhood hunting should Dallas/Ft. Worth be where we end up moving, but y’all (not to mention the heat) are making me quite tired. So tired, in fact, a two hour nap per day is mandatory.
It’s double the pleasure and double the work to grow two Dumplings!
On Saturday we had what I refer to as the Texas Baby Shower, since there will be yet another one here in California in August. You boys are doubly blessed, and so are we. I didn’t have a Texas baby shower for any reason other than to see people I had not seen in a very long time and had in many ways reconnected with on a more personal level as they followed the story of how you came to be through posting the blog entries on Facebook.
The shower was at one of my oldest and dearest friends, Stacy’s house. She was one of your Mama’s very best friends growing up. Too many memories to go into here — reserved for our “growing up box,” and need not be divulged on a blog or Facebook — though harmless those memories may be. You’ll both have those types of memories your Mama, Daddy or the blogesphere need not know either. I’ll just always pray, they too, are harmless.
I got all sorts of things I need to learn how to use before you get here — Pocket Nannies and such. Your Uncle David and Aunt Bridget have provided you with enough Dallas Cowboys gear to get you all set in the right direction as football teams go. Luckily, your Daddy and I both love the Cowboys; America’s Team and all. Your Aunt Paula got you all set-up for cloth diaper covers and some cute onesies. Your Grandma Kay painted you a special picture for the nursery and gave you a picture from Italy as well. Grandma Sandy brought you some books all the way from Sweden and your infant car seats. Grandma Susan got you your convertible car seats. Your grandparents are going to spoil you, which is what they’re supposed to do, I think.
Oh, and did you get some cute outfits! I can’t wait to dress you up in them and share the pictures.
One of the most special things about the shower was getting so many wonderful books for your library. It was touching to read the inscriptions and I am thankful you will have these in your collection. I can’t wait to read them to you. I read you a little bit of the This Is Texas book this afternoon.
You are so loved already — all the way from Texas!
I read starting about now I should sing you the same song every day and read you stories. Apparently you are starting to hear, so I am trying to watch any inappropriate outbursts and keep calm. I have plenty of books to read you and this does not even count the ones that have come from your Aunt Ann in Arkansas!
As for songs … it’s going to be hard to pin it down to one song. I’m going to have to find a song worthy of being sung every single day. I thought Mama, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys was a little much … though I did sing it to you the other day.
Perhaps I should open it up to suggestions?
Today I was singing you Sarah Jaroz — oh does she have a beautiful voice. I know this whole album by heart because Steve Martin said in an interview once that he loved her music. He has great taste in bluegrass, obviously. For whatever reason, today as I was singing Edge Of a Dream and I got to the line …
Dancing on, the edge of a dream
move in close, will I like what I see
I started to sob. Not sad tears, but happy ones. Really happy ones. For years I have felt like I was dancing on the edge of a dream; a mirage. I realized as I sang it that my dream was kicking at me. I cherish every one of those kicks and flutters, even the ones at 4:00am.