Dearest Child,
Last Monday was one for the books. To fully tell the story, however, allow me to back up a bit.
Each weekend has been booked solid since Christmas, so I had marked the weekend of March 21 & 22 to sleep and catch up on all of the TV shows that were threatening to be deleted on our TiVo. I had it all planned out: I’d sleep until 10 or 11, then I’d watch nine hours straight of Little People, Big World. I get such a kick out of watching Matt & Amy Roloff. I definitely relate to Amy Roloff (family and God first is her motto), and Jay can definitely see a lot of Matt Roloff (he, too, is s a dreamer who was a born entrepreneur).
The weekend I had dreamed of longingly, however, was not the weekend I was meant to have. You see, your Aunt Beth was two weeks from marrying your Uncle Tom. And she needed help to get things ready. Lots of help. I agreed to have them over on Saturday afternoon (along with your Grandma Max and Aunt Cindy) to help make favors and things for the wedding program. We had planned to spend a few hours working on these favors and we were going to cap off the evening with Uncle Tom’s famous BBQ tri tip.
And then I was going to spend the rest of the evening curled up on the couch watching Little People, Big World.
It’s a good thing we cleaned up the house on Friday night, little one, because we had a “houseful of relations” all day long. Several of your daddy’s cousins stopped by that day, and ended up staying to help. We ended up having ten people over for dinner that night, and do you want to know the sad part? We haven’t had guests over in forever and I’ve been dying to use our dining room again properly, but we couldn’t have dinner in there because the table was full of paper crafts for the wedding! We had a blast, though, and I was reminded once again just how much I enjoy spending time with your daddy’s cousins and family. Little People, Big World would have to wait until Sunday.
The next day, your daddy and I went to church (excellent sermon on trusting God for the details; a message I definitely needed to hear). Your Aunt Beth came over again with Grandma Max to finish up the favors—despite all of our best efforts on Saturday, we just couldn’t get it all done. We worked through the afternoon and finished with dinner (at least this time it was around the dining room table). I was so exhausted from working all weekend long that I slapped some zit cream on my face and just collapsed on the sofa that night. I think I managed to sneak at least an episode or two of Little People, Big World in, so the weekend wasn’t entirely lost!
That night, however, I couldn’t sleep. I tried every trick in the book, and I just could not.go.to.sleep. I gave up around 1AM, and picked up the computer to browse facebook for a while (your Uncle Grant, also on Facebook at the time, gave me a pretty hard time about being online so late).
So I suppose, all things considered, I shouldn’t have been surprised that I slept through my alarm on Monday morning. I woke up with a start, panicking because the alarm was flashing 7:17 and I had to be at school at 7:20. I ran around the bathroom getting ready while your father rushed to get my car started and for what was sure to be a race to the school. A shower and proper make up would have to wait, and a ponytail with jeans would have to do for the day. By some miracle, I managed to be at school just as the bell rang. And actually had a decent class period with my advanced drama kids. A few hours later, however, it dawned on me: the zit cream.
In my rush to get ready that morning, I left the zit cream on my face. While it dries clear, after a while it starts to flake off. And I had liberally put it on both sides of my face (I think two pimples were competing with one another as to which one could outgrow my nose first). Nuts. Oh, well, I don’t think the kids noticed…or if they did they at least had the courtesy to not laugh at my face to my face.
Lunchtime wasn’t so much lunchtime as it was run-home-and-grab-a-shower-and-try-to-salvage-what’s-left-of-my-face-time. I felt more human after that, and went about planning lessons for the home hospital student I would be teaching that afternoon.
After school and before home hospital, I came home, anxious to sneak in another episode or two of Little People Big World. I didn’t bother to bring my cell phone in the house with me; I didn’t want to be interrupted and was determined to salvage whatever relaxation time I had in the precious one hour I was home.
Two episodes letter, I was in the car, rearing and somewhat ready to teach home hospital a mile a way. I glanced at my phone, noticing I had a voice mail. Further inspection revealed that the call I had missed was from “Adoption Kim” (I had given our social worker that moniker because I feared that I had more than one Kim stored in my phone and didn’t want to be confused when answering the phone). I didn’t bother to listen to her message, opting instead to call her.
Adoption Kim answered the phone fairly quickly, and started talking about how different offices do their surveys differently. My mind is racing at this point, thinking that somehow they’ve been offended by the customer satisfaction survey I’d filled out the week prior (note: I had not said anything negative, so I don’t know why this was a concern but that’s beside the point). Then she started saying something about our profile being shown to a birth mom who was due on April 10th.
At this point, my heart was really racing because…was this the phone call we had been dreaming of?
I didn’t have to wait long, because Adoption Kim took a deep breath and said, “She picked you.”
She kept talking at that point, but I wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly what she said because from that point on my heart was racing so fast that my brain forgot how to listen. I told her I’d call her back and made a quick u-turn and raced home to tell your father the news.
The past few days (it’s Wednesday now) have been a whirlwind of phone calls, emails, message board posts, texts and loan applications. I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep teaching (and this includes two night classes at Fresno Pacific University!).
All I know is that I have not stopped smiling and these next three weeks can’t come soon enough (while at the same time I don’t feel like it’s enough time to get everything ready for you). Both your father and I are a little nervous; we’re not sure how we’re going to come up with the rest of the adoption fees in time for the big debut, but I’m trusting in God that He will work out the details. If He is giving us a child, He will also provide for our family.
Hope to see you soon,
Your mommy
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Big Bird's Eyelids Are Too Small For My Liking
Dearest little one,
It's been two weeks since I last posted. Oops! Truth be told, these past few weeks have been a whirlwind of crazy happenings and not much happening at all happenings.
On the happenings front, I've been working a couple of extra jobs (doing tutorial), and tomorrow night I pick up yet another one: teaching children's theatre at Fresno Pacific University. I absolutely love it, but I got to admit, the idea of being gone until 10 two nights a week is a little bit daunting. On the homefront, lives are changing left and right around us. Your Aunt Beth & Uncle Tom are getting married in a few weeks, and Daddy's cousins Brent & Bethany are expecting their son Keston any day now. I saw your Aunt Bethany at a girls' weekend a few weeks ago, and she looked like she was going to pop that baby out of there in any minute! Getting a little closer to home, and I think I can officially say this now: you're going to have a cousin! Your Uncle Grant & Aunt Erin are expecting a baby of their own this August.
On the not much happening front, you guessed it, not a whole lot of action on the adoption front. We're still waiting, and that impatience that I've written about so much has been replaced with a calm peacefulness. It'll happen when it happens, and that's good enough for me.
In the meantime, your nursery is filled with items that people have donated for the mega garage sale that we're planning on having in the next month. I'm slowly going through the house and finding things to be sold. So far, the entire guest room is scheduled to be sold. I had thought about keeping it around for your grandmothers to spend a few nights here when you come home, but I think I can get way more use out of a room to lay out all of my scrapbooking stuff. I can't wait to get it all set up; I think that when it's ready to use (instead of being packed away and dragged out on random weekends like it has been for 5 years) I'll be able to use it much more.
I did, however, manage to haul all of my scrapbook stuff out this past weekend to finish up your ABC book. It's super duper cute, and I really look forward to filling it with pictures from your first year. I think your daddy said it best when he said that I may as well do this type of scrapbooking now, because when children come into our lives there won't be a whole lot of time to meticulously glue on Big Bird's eyelids with tweezers!
I think it was worth the work, because isn't it cute?
It's been two weeks since I last posted. Oops! Truth be told, these past few weeks have been a whirlwind of crazy happenings and not much happening at all happenings.
On the happenings front, I've been working a couple of extra jobs (doing tutorial), and tomorrow night I pick up yet another one: teaching children's theatre at Fresno Pacific University. I absolutely love it, but I got to admit, the idea of being gone until 10 two nights a week is a little bit daunting. On the homefront, lives are changing left and right around us. Your Aunt Beth & Uncle Tom are getting married in a few weeks, and Daddy's cousins Brent & Bethany are expecting their son Keston any day now. I saw your Aunt Bethany at a girls' weekend a few weeks ago, and she looked like she was going to pop that baby out of there in any minute! Getting a little closer to home, and I think I can officially say this now: you're going to have a cousin! Your Uncle Grant & Aunt Erin are expecting a baby of their own this August.
On the not much happening front, you guessed it, not a whole lot of action on the adoption front. We're still waiting, and that impatience that I've written about so much has been replaced with a calm peacefulness. It'll happen when it happens, and that's good enough for me.
In the meantime, your nursery is filled with items that people have donated for the mega garage sale that we're planning on having in the next month. I'm slowly going through the house and finding things to be sold. So far, the entire guest room is scheduled to be sold. I had thought about keeping it around for your grandmothers to spend a few nights here when you come home, but I think I can get way more use out of a room to lay out all of my scrapbooking stuff. I can't wait to get it all set up; I think that when it's ready to use (instead of being packed away and dragged out on random weekends like it has been for 5 years) I'll be able to use it much more.
I did, however, manage to haul all of my scrapbook stuff out this past weekend to finish up your ABC book. It's super duper cute, and I really look forward to filling it with pictures from your first year. I think your daddy said it best when he said that I may as well do this type of scrapbooking now, because when children come into our lives there won't be a whole lot of time to meticulously glue on Big Bird's eyelids with tweezers!
I think it was worth the work, because isn't it cute?
Lots of love,
your mommy
P.S. Some of the pages have been left blank because we don't know if you're our son or our daughter.
P.P.S. Some of the letters were really hard to come up with words for. E? I? J? X? That was tough stuff. I really had to put my college degree to use on those ones!
your mommy
P.S. Some of the pages have been left blank because we don't know if you're our son or our daughter.
P.P.S. Some of the letters were really hard to come up with words for. E? I? J? X? That was tough stuff. I really had to put my college degree to use on those ones!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Lessons Learned
Dearest Child of Mine,
I’m not going to lie to you: this waiting period has been taxing my patience! I apologize if I sound like a broken record, but with each passing week (and we’re at week sixteen, thankyouverymuch), I find myself growing more and more anxious. Emails are checked almost obsessively (which isn’t easy when you have four different email accounts). My cell phone never leaves my side; not that I was ever seen without it to begin with…but you get the idea.
Despite this lack of patience, however, I really do feel like God has used this waiting time to teach me a few spiritual lessons:
Lesson number 1:
Never tell God “I could never do that…” While in high school, I told God I could never be a teacher. Fast forward six years and boom! I’m teaching and loving every minute of it. While newly married, I told a friend I could never go through the pain of infertility. Fast forward a few years, and I was given the diagnosis I never wanted to hear: Your chances of having a child without major medical help are very slim. Needless to say, when the prospect of adoption entered the picture another year later, the weight of fear was replaced with hope.
Lesson number 2:
What totally stinks now will probably make you a better person. In high school (and again in college) not seeing my name on the cast list was enough to put me in tears for a solid week. Looking back, I know now that while it wasn’t fun at the time, God was using those experiences to teach me what it was like to not be in the spotlight. Now, as students struggle with those same feelings I had, I can look them in the yes and tell them: I totally understand how you feel, and it stinks to the core. When considering how adoption fits into this, while I may be griping about the wait now, I know in my heart that I will be rejoicing later when you—chosen by God—join our family.
Lesson number 3:
Don’t sweat the small stuff. I can remember when the little, insignificant things in life were enough to turn my world upside down. Like the time that my orthodontist promised that my braces would be coming off on the next visit, and then changed his mind when that time came around: my teeth weren’t quite where he wanted them to be, and I would need to wait another few months. (Sidenote: I cried so hard that afternoon that Papa took me straight from the orthodontists’ office to the DMV to make the appointment for my driver’s license). Now, as we’re in the midst of these uncertain times (both on the home front and in the world), God’s reminding me that the dishes in piled in the sink don’t matter: what matters is that I’ve got a home to return to each night and people who love me.
Love you already,
Your mommy
PS. I have a funny feeling that when you come into the world, those dishes in the sink really aren’t going to matter!
I’m not going to lie to you: this waiting period has been taxing my patience! I apologize if I sound like a broken record, but with each passing week (and we’re at week sixteen, thankyouverymuch), I find myself growing more and more anxious. Emails are checked almost obsessively (which isn’t easy when you have four different email accounts). My cell phone never leaves my side; not that I was ever seen without it to begin with…but you get the idea.
Despite this lack of patience, however, I really do feel like God has used this waiting time to teach me a few spiritual lessons:
Lesson number 1:
Never tell God “I could never do that…” While in high school, I told God I could never be a teacher. Fast forward six years and boom! I’m teaching and loving every minute of it. While newly married, I told a friend I could never go through the pain of infertility. Fast forward a few years, and I was given the diagnosis I never wanted to hear: Your chances of having a child without major medical help are very slim. Needless to say, when the prospect of adoption entered the picture another year later, the weight of fear was replaced with hope.
Lesson number 2:
What totally stinks now will probably make you a better person. In high school (and again in college) not seeing my name on the cast list was enough to put me in tears for a solid week. Looking back, I know now that while it wasn’t fun at the time, God was using those experiences to teach me what it was like to not be in the spotlight. Now, as students struggle with those same feelings I had, I can look them in the yes and tell them: I totally understand how you feel, and it stinks to the core. When considering how adoption fits into this, while I may be griping about the wait now, I know in my heart that I will be rejoicing later when you—chosen by God—join our family.
Lesson number 3:
Don’t sweat the small stuff. I can remember when the little, insignificant things in life were enough to turn my world upside down. Like the time that my orthodontist promised that my braces would be coming off on the next visit, and then changed his mind when that time came around: my teeth weren’t quite where he wanted them to be, and I would need to wait another few months. (Sidenote: I cried so hard that afternoon that Papa took me straight from the orthodontists’ office to the DMV to make the appointment for my driver’s license). Now, as we’re in the midst of these uncertain times (both on the home front and in the world), God’s reminding me that the dishes in piled in the sink don’t matter: what matters is that I’ve got a home to return to each night and people who love me.
Love you already,
Your mommy
PS. I have a funny feeling that when you come into the world, those dishes in the sink really aren’t going to matter!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Scrapbooking the Night Away
Dearest Child of Mine,
This weekend was a crazy one. I started it off by spending Friday evening stranded in the snow on the side of the mountain with a van full of teenagers, and ended it by watching home movies with my family. And somewhere in between there I spent a few days scrapbooking with my aunt and cousins!
While scrapbooking, I managed to finish what I had started the week before: a scrapbook devoted to Maynerd and Roxy. I wanted to be sure to do something that chronicles our dogs' lives before you come into the picture and they're demoted from being our furbabies to being normal pets. It came out pretty cute!
Once that was done, I focused on a scrapbook for you. It's your ABC book! I'm about 20% finished. I really like what it looks like so far, and I'm hoping that I can continue to find the stamina and endurance to finish it soon. Something tells me that when you come home, little one, I won't have the time to spend my evenings and weekends scrapbooking anymore!
Love you like crazy,
your mommy
This weekend was a crazy one. I started it off by spending Friday evening stranded in the snow on the side of the mountain with a van full of teenagers, and ended it by watching home movies with my family. And somewhere in between there I spent a few days scrapbooking with my aunt and cousins!
While scrapbooking, I managed to finish what I had started the week before: a scrapbook devoted to Maynerd and Roxy. I wanted to be sure to do something that chronicles our dogs' lives before you come into the picture and they're demoted from being our furbabies to being normal pets. It came out pretty cute!
Once that was done, I focused on a scrapbook for you. It's your ABC book! I'm about 20% finished. I really like what it looks like so far, and I'm hoping that I can continue to find the stamina and endurance to finish it soon. Something tells me that when you come home, little one, I won't have the time to spend my evenings and weekends scrapbooking anymore!
Love you like crazy,
your mommy
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Rollercoaster
Dearest Child of Mine,
I think the title pretty much sums it up: what a rollercoaster of a week this was. I'll begin with the positive:
I was teaching when I got a phone call from our social worker at the adoption agency. A birthmom saw our profile and was interested in meeting us in person. We would be one of two families that she would meet with. I was so excited! I hung up the phone and promptly called your father to fill him in. He, too, thought this was wonderful news. I then called Nonni. She was super excited, too. Especially when she found out that the baby's due date would be on February 26: Nonni's birthday.
After making those phone calls, I shot off 20 or so text messages to my closest friends and family asking for their prayers. And then I remembered that I had a children's theatre class to teach and a classful of students wondering what the heck was their teacher spending so much time on the phone for. I filled them in, and they all gasped with joy.
Fast forward an hour or so later, and I was on my way to get lunch for your father while talking to Nonni on the phone (about how we're trying not to get too too excited), when the phone beeped and I realized our social worker was calling. I ended the conversation with Nonni so I could answer the social worker's call. It was not good news that she had for me. The birthmom had decided that she was going to parent her child and that adoption was no longer an option for her.
I won't lie, little one. That news bummed me out...but it wasn't as bad as I thought, because once again, God filled my heart with peace. You see, I know now that the child to be born around February 26 is not my child. You are my child. And someday...we'll meet and you will join our family for forever.
Waiting for your hugs and kisses,
your mommy
I think the title pretty much sums it up: what a rollercoaster of a week this was. I'll begin with the positive:
I was teaching when I got a phone call from our social worker at the adoption agency. A birthmom saw our profile and was interested in meeting us in person. We would be one of two families that she would meet with. I was so excited! I hung up the phone and promptly called your father to fill him in. He, too, thought this was wonderful news. I then called Nonni. She was super excited, too. Especially when she found out that the baby's due date would be on February 26: Nonni's birthday.
After making those phone calls, I shot off 20 or so text messages to my closest friends and family asking for their prayers. And then I remembered that I had a children's theatre class to teach and a classful of students wondering what the heck was their teacher spending so much time on the phone for. I filled them in, and they all gasped with joy.
Fast forward an hour or so later, and I was on my way to get lunch for your father while talking to Nonni on the phone (about how we're trying not to get too too excited), when the phone beeped and I realized our social worker was calling. I ended the conversation with Nonni so I could answer the social worker's call. It was not good news that she had for me. The birthmom had decided that she was going to parent her child and that adoption was no longer an option for her.
I won't lie, little one. That news bummed me out...but it wasn't as bad as I thought, because once again, God filled my heart with peace. You see, I know now that the child to be born around February 26 is not my child. You are my child. And someday...we'll meet and you will join our family for forever.
Waiting for your hugs and kisses,
your mommy
Monday, January 26, 2009
Mmmm...cookies
Dearest Child of Mine,
Last fall, I ordered the Sesame Street cartridge for my die cut machine to make really cool letters like this:
I spent the weekend thinking of you as I took it upon myself to make a plethora of Sesame Street letters for your baby book. My scrapbooking machine is an awesome thing, but methinks that sometimes its coolness makes me want to go a little crazy with all of the things it can do. Just to make one set of letters took the better part of Sunday. Big Bird's eyes? Yeah. Lots of little pieces. If you ever wonder why there's more Elmo than Big Bird in your scrapbooks...well, now you know why. It's because Elmo's waaaaaaaay easier.
At any rate, I'm thinking that I'm going to use the letters I made and turn them into an ABC family book. Each page will have a letter and then a picture of whatever goes along with that pages topic.
This is what I've come up with so far:
Last fall, I ordered the Sesame Street cartridge for my die cut machine to make really cool letters like this:
I spent the weekend thinking of you as I took it upon myself to make a plethora of Sesame Street letters for your baby book. My scrapbooking machine is an awesome thing, but methinks that sometimes its coolness makes me want to go a little crazy with all of the things it can do. Just to make one set of letters took the better part of Sunday. Big Bird's eyes? Yeah. Lots of little pieces. If you ever wonder why there's more Elmo than Big Bird in your scrapbooks...well, now you know why. It's because Elmo's waaaaaaaay easier.
At any rate, I'm thinking that I'm going to use the letters I made and turn them into an ABC family book. Each page will have a letter and then a picture of whatever goes along with that pages topic.
This is what I've come up with so far:
- A is for Adoption Day (or Auntie Erin, if you're a girl)
- B is for Auntie Beth
- C is for Cousin (fill in name of your cousin here)
- D is for Daddy
- E is for Auntie Erin (or your name if you're a girl)
- F is for Family
- G is for Grandma Max & Grandpa Michael
- H is for Home
- I is for ........?
- J is for (your name if you're a boy)
- K is for Kisses
- L is for.......?
- M is for Mommy
- N is for Nonni
- O is for Our dogs
- P is for Papa
- Q is for....?
- R is for Roxy
- S is for.....?
- T is for Uncle Tom
- U is for Uncle Grant
- V is for Vogt
- W is for We love you
- X is for (eXtra special?)
- Y is for...?
- Z is for Zoo animals
I'm hoping that the lovely people who read this will give me suggestions for the letters I need help with. I have some ideas, but I'm looking for something that's more concrete in your world so I can take pictures of it.
Hmmm...I'm going to have to ponder this for a while.
I love you so much!
Love,
Your Mommy
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Staying Home
Dearest Little One,
I know I wrote earlier about how life hasn't always happened as we
planned it, and never was that more evident than today. You see, dear child, when I was planning for my future family (before I ever met your father), I always had it in my head that I would stay at home once babies came into the picture. To be a stay at home mom was my dream. I even "practiced" by making lots of baked goods and perfecting my scrapbooks. Because...that's all that stay at home moms do, right? Bake and craft all day long? Yeah right. Pardon me while I step to the side while the glares of all of the real stay at home moms pierce through the computer screen.
At any rate, while we attempted to make our dreams of a family a reality, the dream that I would be a stay at home mom remained just that: a dream. Financially, we just couldn't afford for me to stay at home with our kids. My job provided most of our income and insurance. We toyed with the idea of your father staying at home, but doubted it would become a reality. We started to look around to see who would be willing to provide childcare for the children that we hoped to add to our small family.
Then, our lives changed dramatically last April. Your father--trying to impress the neighborhood boys--popped a wheelie on a bicycle he was rebuilding. The brakes hadn't been installed on the bike yet, and your dad ended up sprawled out on the asphalt in front of our neighbor's house. One week and one surgery later, we knew that things wouldn't be the same. Your father--who had energy to spare and did yard work "for fun," could no longer walk.
Weeks turned into months as he slowly recovered. One surgery became four separate surgical procedures. A month of physical therapy turned into seven months of thrice-weekly appointments. Even now, nine months after he got hurt, he walks with a pretty major limp. Yep, my child, life isn't going to be the same for our little family.
Today, my little one, reality hit. We had to go to the Social Security office to apply for permanent disability benefits for your father. He's been receiving insurance payments from the state, but those are set to expire in April, and there's no way your daddy can go back to truck driving by then...if ever.
While it saddens me that you will never know what it's like for your daddy to ride a bike or work as a truck driver, it is because of this injury that our dreams were realized: your father is going to be a stay at home dad, at least until he is well enough to return to work. You will know the serenity of having a stay at home parent by your side during your growing up years. It fills me with joy to know that one of us will be able to kiss your owies and see your little face when you wake up from naps.
Who knows? I may even teach him to bake and scrapbook, the way "cool" stay at home moms do.
Hugs and kisses,
your mommy
I know I wrote earlier about how life hasn't always happened as we
planned it, and never was that more evident than today. You see, dear child, when I was planning for my future family (before I ever met your father), I always had it in my head that I would stay at home once babies came into the picture. To be a stay at home mom was my dream. I even "practiced" by making lots of baked goods and perfecting my scrapbooks. Because...that's all that stay at home moms do, right? Bake and craft all day long? Yeah right. Pardon me while I step to the side while the glares of all of the real stay at home moms pierce through the computer screen.At any rate, while we attempted to make our dreams of a family a reality, the dream that I would be a stay at home mom remained just that: a dream. Financially, we just couldn't afford for me to stay at home with our kids. My job provided most of our income and insurance. We toyed with the idea of your father staying at home, but doubted it would become a reality. We started to look around to see who would be willing to provide childcare for the children that we hoped to add to our small family.
Then, our lives changed dramatically last April. Your father--trying to impress the neighborhood boys--popped a wheelie on a bicycle he was rebuilding. The brakes hadn't been installed on the bike yet, and your dad ended up sprawled out on the asphalt in front of our neighbor's house. One week and one surgery later, we knew that things wouldn't be the same. Your father--who had energy to spare and did yard work "for fun," could no longer walk.
Weeks turned into months as he slowly recovered. One surgery became four separate surgical procedures. A month of physical therapy turned into seven months of thrice-weekly appointments. Even now, nine months after he got hurt, he walks with a pretty major limp. Yep, my child, life isn't going to be the same for our little family.
Today, my little one, reality hit. We had to go to the Social Security office to apply for permanent disability benefits for your father. He's been receiving insurance payments from the state, but those are set to expire in April, and there's no way your daddy can go back to truck driving by then...if ever.
While it saddens me that you will never know what it's like for your daddy to ride a bike or work as a truck driver, it is because of this injury that our dreams were realized: your father is going to be a stay at home dad, at least until he is well enough to return to work. You will know the serenity of having a stay at home parent by your side during your growing up years. It fills me with joy to know that one of us will be able to kiss your owies and see your little face when you wake up from naps.
Who knows? I may even teach him to bake and scrapbook, the way "cool" stay at home moms do.
Hugs and kisses,
your mommy
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