Yesterday was a memorable cute date of 12.12 for our nation, thanks to Alabama. I wondered if we should have at least included “Selma” as one middle name for you.
I was so nervous that I’d be embarrassed once again, embarrassed to birth you into a world of our current President’s dangerous buffoonery, while your brothers only knew President Obama, and even embarrassed like during your first extended outing where someone had left a big turd on the changing station at a Costco, for the next person (us) to have to deal with.
I felt like man, you were safely ensconced in my womb and you emerged for such a shit show this year but Alabama gave us a little something to hold on to though dag, that was too close for comfort for such a no brainer choice.
Before your daddy and I got to watch the election results late at night, the whole family got to enjoy some Christmas activities like decorating the tree and nibbling on some Christmas cookies while your brothers danced to Christmas music.
Thanks to you, we put up FIVE stockings this year in our new apartment.
I used to write on here about how I didn’t quite know how to celebrate or do the holidays merrily because my parents had to work so much and celebrations had to take a backseat to making ends meet.
I’m now able to enjoy so much more and I don’t dwell on the lack of available extended family.
As cheesy as this is, and I know I’ve said this in some form at least 57 times on here but thank you for gifting me with joy each time I get to snuggle your fresh, fleshy face and peer into your ever-alert eyes. You were not an obvious missing piece in family photos until you arrived, if that makes any sense. You still new around here but when I think of life before you, I see a huge Olive-shaped missing puzzle piece.
Thank You, Lord, for knowing our hearts’ desire even before it was a glimmer in our eyes.
Heads up, girl, it’s gonna be in the 20s with howling winds when we go pick up your brothers today.