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So many thoughts and questions, so few coherent words to put to the emotions and expectations of my new every day life.  My thoughts constantly occupied with ‘What the heck will she be like?’ and ‘How are our lives going to change?’ I am reminded of those silly memes with the question ‘What person do you wish you could meet, dead or alive?’  There is no person anywhere that I want to meet more than I want to meet her.

And her father. Please do not get me started on his excitement and dedication to her entire existence. I have seen a whole new side of him that just wasn’t there before he knew she was coming along.  I am happier with the two of us than I’ve ever been, despite the pressures and stresses of impending change and responsibilities inherent with starting a family.

Forty days, ish? Give or take a few depending on whether she gets procrastination traits from her father or OCD on-time tendencies from me. Either way, it will be perfection. She is perfection.

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My grandfather painted this in 1969. It astonishes me that he created this 13 years before I was born and yet it is something I might pick out and buy for my house today.

He was 42 when he created this. I picture him escaping to his basement workshop to relax and paint while his wife and four daughters buzz around the house upstairs.  I wonder if he had a picture of a classic New England farm that he used as a starting point, or if he envisioned this and brought it to life on canvas?

I recently bought the light blue mat and stainless frame and immediately hung it in my bedroom.  It needs to be moved up on the wall to separate it from the shelf and obviously my photography skills need vast improvement, but it takes my breath away.

My 42-year-old grandfather created this for the 28-year-old me. I love it.

you are my sunshine

my only sunshine

you make me happy

when skies are gray

you’ll never know dear

how much i love you

Happy Birthday, Abigail!

love you to the moon and back,

Aunt Meredith

 

I hope it’s merry and bright. And full of smiles and hugs.

After our swim in the Athens, OH pool, August 1, 2010.

9 months ago at my grandfather’s funeral my sister told me she was pregnant.  Tonight she is headed to the hospital in labor.  I don’t think I’ll sleep a wink.  It’s like Christmas eve as a kid, except as an adult about to meet my first niece or nephew, I know the gift is so much more exciting than what Santa brought down the chimney.  Last time I felt like this was the night before Kevin and I bought our first house.  Both are once in a lifetime experiences that just make me giddy with joy, and if you know me, you know I am not the joyful type.

I wish for so many things for my little niece or nephew.  Can you believe it’s the 11th hour and no one knows if it’s a boy or girl?  We have a large betting pool going with guesses on sex, date of birth, and weight. If it’s a 9 pound 2 ounce girl born January 20th, Kevin stands to make $80.  Of course if he does, I will make him give it to the baby’s college fund. He will want to keep it for silly things like 8-bit Nintendo game downloads on Wii.

I hope my little niece or nephew sees more of the world than I’ve seen.  I hope he or she sees advances in science and technology that I can only dream of now.  I pray he or she genuinely likes the Red Sox, Patriots, Celtics, light beer, and peanut butter bacon rollups.  I hope he or she finds true friends that can be trusted with middle school secrets and not losing wedding rings on the big day.  I hope he or she knows his or her cousins well, my kids future included.

I am waiting for the best call I’ve ever gotten from my sister.  The one where she tells me the rest of the story she started 9 months ago.