Warning: This is going to be a sappy, mushy post. Those pregnancy hormones must be kicking in. Also, we have not found out Baby H’s gender yet but for the sake of my sanity, in this post baby is going to be referred to as he.
In the last couple months Sam and I have attended/been part of several milestone events for people in our life. Funerals, weddings, wedding showers, hearing my niece say one of her first words, friends buying a house and I’m sure more I can’t quite remember (thank you pregnancy brain). I have found myself fighting back tears at many of these events. It’s quite an amazing feeling to be growing a human. At Sam’s great aunts funeral I found myself hoping he would live a life as joyful and memorable as her. That there would be people who loved him and wanted to share stories and memories with him. At a wedding we went to last night I couldn’t hold back the tears when I looked at Sam, tears rolling down, during the mother/son dance and said “I’m going to have to do this some day.” His response was, “I might have to, too.” Lordy, these are things you (or maybe it was just us) don’t think about when you have the conversation with your significant other about having kids. Of course we have thought about the school events, sporting events, or family outings but literally every single part of our lives is going to have a whole new meaning once baby arrives. And we just simply cannot wait. I hope Baby H has people in his life who will guide him, create adventures with him, teach him a thing or two and just show him how it feels to be one of the luckiest people on Earth.
I hope he understands it’s okay to keep things simple like our grandparents. They have showed us a little hard work will take you a long way. I hope he has the dedication to all things like my dad (Sam, not so secretly, hopes he has the athletic ability of my dad). I hope he has the strength of my mom when life doesn’t go his way. I hope he has the love of the outdoors and the ability to take care of others like Sam’s mom. I hope he has the sense of humor and ability to make people laugh like Sam’s dad. I hope he has the sense of service like my brother. I hope he has the want to make things right like Sam’s brother. I hope he has the ability to cook like his aunt (unless some crazy miracle happens and I suddenly enjoy cooking, he won’t get that from me).
I hope he has people he calls family even though they are not blood related. The people he may start to explain the relationship, “My parent’s best friends of 30 years, daughter’s…” but then just decides to say “My family, you probably won’t get it.” instead because it’s easier. I hope he has cousins he is excited to talk to when life shows him new adventures, even though they may be scattered across the country.
I hope he has friends he stands in a circle with at a wedding and belts out songs like Jamey Johnson’s “In Color” and knows he’s not the only one that is singing the words right from the heart. I hope he has friends halfway around the world who share with him what it’s like to be a part of a different culture. I hope he has “small town America” friends that he can go visit after a rough week and enjoy the smell of cow manure and simplicity that being in a town with one or two traffic lights brings. I hope he has the friends he without a doubt knows will have his back at all hours of the day.
I hope he can sit on the patio of his own home on a sunny Sunday morning, throw a rope with his dog, hear the tv going inside the house and have a hard time understanding how he got to be so lucky.