I always get all mushy at the end of the day. Like, before I go to sleep. It’s usually when I think of something to tweet or post on some form of social media, and then no one sees it because I posted it late at night, and by morning everyone’s feed is filled with posts that came after mine. It doesn’t matter, it’s just something I noticed.
Two weekends ago, we found out we’re having a son. Before that, I spent so much time wondering. There’s a lot more to wonder when you don’t know what gender your baby is. There’s still a lot to wonder even when you do know. It just narrows it down a tiny bit when you know it isn’t a little lady.
So now that we know our mystery child is a boy, it’s been really fun to envision what he’ll be like. I don’t have expectations. I think you get into trouble when you start expecting things you never had control over in the first place. Sure, you can help mold kids, and teach them certain things, but people still come with their own personalities. I don’t want to change him, I just want him to be the best him he can be. I want him to be someone people like to be around. I want him to be happy. I want him to be responsible. I want him to love people. I want him to be sweet. I want him to enjoy life. I want him to take care of people. I want him to be loyal. And for his sake, I want him to be sarcastic, or at least get it. But hey, whether he’s all, some, or none of these things, I’ll still love him.
It’s a strange feeling to love someone that you haven’t even met yet, and I can’t wait to cuddle and kiss this sweet little boy of mine.
(found in drafts. it’s been almost three months now since we found out the gender)
Candid photograph of Elvis Presley at the back of Graceland, March 20, 1960.
My last living grandparent has early signs of alzheimer’s disease. About a month ago, she told my sister that her and my grandpa went on a double date with Elvis once. Last week at lunch, she told me that her mom and Elvis’s mom picked cotton together when she was a baby, and that they’d lay a blanket under a nearby tree and her and Elvis would play together. After that, she told my mom that her and Elvis were in a serious relationship until she met my grandpa, and then she dumped Elvis.
Who knows if there’s even a hint of truth to any of those stories, but my Dad doesn’t actually know who his biological father is, so I’m going to pretend Elvis is my grandpa. I totally highjacked this photo post to share that.
Went to the beach this past weekend. My brother and I are really good at photos. I’m the second of three kids, and my very first AOL screen name was “twoofthree1990.” I wasn’t allowed to choose my own, so my Dad chose it. I was really cool.
This weekend we’re headed to the beach. The weekend after is my birthday. The weekend after is my favorite Bekah’s baby shower, plus a secret thing that I can’t wait to share with the internet. The weekend after I’m going camping, and the weekend after that I’m going to NYC to visit my BFF Joy.