There’s something you should know about me. I am no good at keeping secrets from the people I love. Especially when it comes to birthdays or gifts. And just to clarify, it’s likely that I will be able to keep your wife’s surprise party a secret (I said likely, meaning the odds are in your favor; I make no promises). But if I have a gift for you, and your birthday is three weeks away, I’ll probably avoid you for a solid fourteen days. Gifts that I buy early and stuff in closets ultimately get wrapped and given early.
Needless to say, this is one of my all time favorite Saturday Night Live sketches:
So when I ordered Chris’ very first Father’s Day gift and received it two weeks before Father’s Day- I thought I was in big trouble. But, I managed to keep it a secret until all the Dads were opening gifts over coffee and eggs.
(I actually do have a video of him opening it, but we are both so nerdy and awkward- I’ll spare you) I’m pretty sure he had a smile a half-mile wide all day long.
Most of you receive our adoption newsletter and already know, but this was a pretty special Father’s Day because we found out in May that (if all goes as planned) we’ll be parents by November. It all happened so fast initially, then time seemed to slow waaaay down as we realized the six-month-wait ahead of us, and now every day moves at warp speed. This week, we found out it’s a boy.
When I think of little chubby legs crawling on floors, passing cheerios on the ends of fat fingers and tiny breaths off-to-sleep in the dark, butterflies fill my stomach. Honestly, even waking in the middle of the night to rock my baby back to sleep and operating on pure adrenaline sounds heavenly (I know, I’m in la-la land). But our joy doesn’t come without sadness for our baby boy’s mom and dad- who are on our minds every day as we drive to work, make dinner, run errands, brush our teeth and crawl into bed.
So, I’ve been at a loss for words lately (more so than normal). As we wade through these next few months, we’ll share all we can. But, I think sometimes it’s just difficult to be open, right in the middle of such heavy things of the heart.