four more days... maybe

Hello there-- little guy-

So, today is Friday the 17th- your Uncle James is 29 today and you are due to be born in four days. However, by all accounts-- it seems you are not working your way toward that. Your dad and I both left work today feeling the most ready that we can-- your dad because he is a little fatigued with people not doing their jobs correctly. Me because I feel like I have left sufficient instructions for everyone that I would not think about Casa de Amma for the entire 6 weeks with you. It feels good to know that we are as ready for you to arrive as we are going to be. All your clothes are clean, your room is ready, we can't prepare more for labor until it is happening.

So tonight we went out on what might be the last of our string of Friday night dates. For weeks we have been going out to dinner and strolling the streets and talking about our life and just enjoying eachother's company. Tonight on our way back from dinner that is two streets over from our house, we walked past the community theater playhouse that is one street from our house. They had a sign up that said 'box office open'- so we looked at eachother and walked up the steps and went to a play. That kind of spontaneity has been so common in our life for several years and we both know that it is about to end because we will be focused on you. I am not telling you this to make you feel bad, but to share the fact that right now, in this exact moment of our life-- we know the unique moment that we are in-- the moment that we are about to remember as the turning point in our life. Someday, when I can't remember not knowing you- I will read this and give it to you and remember what this special time was like. More than anything I hope to take from it, is that your dad and I love eachother- we love being around eachother, we love to sit across a table and talk and laugh and talk seriously and hold hands and go do something we have never done before. We love eachother and the last four years has been so great.

Someday, I hope you will have a marriage like this. Where God is in the center and even when you fail miserably at communication or something else-- you know that you really, really love eachother. I hope you always see that we love eachother. We won't always get along but we love eachother.

And we cannot wait to meet you. So- if you please-- the next couple of days would be great to make your arrival.

Right now as I write this, your dad and my dad and your uncle Jeff are playing Nintendo Wii-- your dad is racing them online and they are in Arizona. I wonder if you will know what a Nintendo Wii is when you read this. I wonder what strange technology that I don't understand will be commonplace when you read this. Well anyway-- right now-- the Wii is it.

Goodnight baby.