Finding Peace

Dear Baby, Your cousin arrived into this world 8 days ago. Austen Robinson Watts, he is a wee little man and made his Mama and Papa wait 50 long hours before blessing them with his presence. You won't make us wait that long, will you? My thought is that you and your cousin are going to be VERY close, because we couldn't have it another way, could we? My next thought is that by me spending as MUCH time as I can with Austen right now, while we wait for you to arrive, you will get so excited that you will just want to meet him already. Today Austen had a cozy nap on my belly for about 45 minutes, you kept giving him little kicks and he would show me the Elvis lip, like he noticed, but he knows what is going on, and he can be patient with you, because he will get to meet you soon enough. Your Uncle Derran is looking forward to the day when we can lay you and your cousin Austen in the crib together. I wonder if you will soothe eachother and you will nap together, or if being in...

I finally had a bit of an emotional melt yesterday, and being that I am a fairly emotional person at the best of times, I am certainly grateful that I managed to make it to less than 6 weeks before my due date, but we all knew it had to happen! What was the root of it? Who knows? Vancouver traffic? That was definitely my starting off point, as it has been many times throughout this ridiculous Hope to Burnaby commute I have been doing for far too many years! Whatever it was, the last conversation as we laid in bed talking last night was the pending complete change of lifestyle, and of our relationship, that is set to take place in about 6 weeks. It hadn't been something that I had consciously thought about at all, but ended up being the last words spoken before I closed my teary eyes and drifted off last night. A good friend of mine celebrated her 9th anniversary a couple of days ago. I couldn't believe it had been 9 years since we stood beside her and watched her marry her...