I get weepy at the thought of how much I really do love him. He's the one who helps me with my toes. The one who carries our tired pup to bed when he refuses to walk up the stairs by himself. The one who (literally) works beside me in ministry. The one who builds stuff for our son. The one who is tall, strong, and all leg (just like the other little mister in our family).
11.29.2011
this man.
I get weepy at the thought of how much I really do love him. He's the one who helps me with my toes. The one who carries our tired pup to bed when he refuses to walk up the stairs by himself. The one who (literally) works beside me in ministry. The one who builds stuff for our son. The one who is tall, strong, and all leg (just like the other little mister in our family).
11.28.2011
38 weeks.

My son,
11.23.2011
so good.
The universe and all it contains put me in awe of your creative ability, God. No matter where I go, no matter what time of day or year, I experience the blessing of your creative genius,
You show it in the things I see: the terrains of the world, from deserts to rainforests; the variety of animals, from puppies to polar bears; and the stars, moon, and sun deep in space. Then there are the tastes, smells, and sounds that fill my experience with pleasure; the sweetness of a nectarine; the fragrance of a rose; the roar of a waterfall.
Sometimes I close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling of grass under my feet and a breeze touching my skin. All is so beautiful and good.
You give my existence purpose, God – in the work you call me to do, in the people you ask me to love, in the skills you intend for me to use, in the opportunities that come my way. It’s true that I go about my day as one who has a mission to fulfill, and I realize that my mission is this: to do and be the best I can with what you have given me. I accept that mission today as a blessing from you, God, and I thank you for the grace and strength you will provide for me to carry it out.
11.22.2011
37 weeks.

Baby boy,
11.18.2011
11.17.2011
twenty-five.
Without futher ado, here's who I am at 25.
11.16.2011
Take 2.
11.15.2011
36 weeks.

Hello my little one,
11.14.2011
it's time.


11.10.2011
face & update.

-I love this ultrasound picture I got of his sweet little face on Monday. Maybe it's just me, but it is as clear as day. There's his right eye, his nose, his lips, and his little arms curled up on his chest. The left side of his face is hiding in the shadows. Can you see it? I'm thinking of becoming a sonogram interpreter one day. Or maybe I only see it because he's mine. Hm...
-Pretty sure our little mister has dropped. Others have noticed, too. I've been without heartburn for close to 10 days now and it is such a relief, despite the constant need to run to the bathroom. Oh, and then there's the fact that it feels like a bowling ball is resting on my pelvis. That's cool.
-He gets hiccups nearly every other day and is so wiggly all the time. I imagine he's running out of room in there and trying to find a comfortable position. Little does he know that after a little journey south, he'll be able to stretch out and wiggle around to his heart's desire.
-On Monday I'll get my first pelvic exam to find out how things are progressing. It seems a little crazy to me that it's about that time to check for effacement and dialation. Our Graham will be here before we know it!
11.09.2011
tuckered out.
Look at that sweet little pup of ours- all tuckered out and asleep on his favorite toy. I know all too well how he feels...
11.08.2011
35 weeks.

Dear Son,
I am doing another guest appearance on your mom’s blog. I think I will spend my time telling you and the rest of the world how I excited I am to meet you in person.
We are nearing the tail end of your womb growing, so to speak. Even now as I am writing this, I turn to my right and see a chalk board that says “Countdown to Graham: 35 (ish) days!” That means it could be sooner… so crazy. Feel free to come when you are ready, but I would prefer it to be after your mom is 37 weeks along, just to be safe.
So here’s the deal my little man: I am absolutely in love with you. You haven’t done a single thing yet and I already love you more than you know. Every kick you give, every nudge in mom’s ribs, every time you look like you are trying to break out, I just smile and think, “that’s my boy!”
Your room is all put together except for a couple pictures we need to get framed. I think you are really going to dig it. It is way cooler that my room growing up. I mean, you have a paper-mâché giraffe above you crib, what’s not to love?! I even put your jogger together tonight (though I accidently cut a wire that tracks how many rotations the tire has made…but I don’t think you will miss it). And the jogger has an iPod jack so we can bump whatever tunes you want when we take family cruises. I sure am looking forward to pushing you in that thing.
I know I am biased, but I think you are gonna like your home. And by home, I mean you mom, Den Den and me. We feel blessed that we get to be your mom, dad and furry bro.
With that said, get ready to party because whatever day you come is going to be your birthday! I will clap, sing, yell and cry “Happy Birthday Graham! Happy zero birthday!"
Love you forever,
Dad
11.02.2011
34 weeks.

My little pumpkin,
