(I will try to maintain parent-child neutrality so Roy can continue his guessing game.)
I am seriously bursting with joy at the news of two new babies (boys no less!) in our extended family of friends. I’ve already cried twice today, once with the florist!
The other day, with great anticipation regarding these then-pending arrivals, I got to thinking…
We hear a lot when someone dies about how its like losing a whole world. I think we need to hear much more about how when a baby is born a whole new world is created. It is exactly this sentiment that has me so elated. It is just completely amazing to me the new possibilities that exist in such miracles, and I feel so lucky to be a part of these young lives.
I also love that Ari and these babies share middle names that honor their mother’s families. So beautiful.
Congrats to all involved. And all those, like us, tangentially involved!
In the meantime, can I disclose my baby birthday OCD?
Long before I could appreciate the logic and level of organization (and memory!) involved, my dad told me the best way to remember birthdays was not by the age of the celebrant, but by the year of their birth. Always made sense, but seemed more work to do the math than it was worth when my only friends were classmates. Also this was before Outlook and iPhones and what not. NOW, however, I am a rockstar in this department, at least where the babies are concerned. I was so excited this week to add Rowan and Daniel to my calendar of recurring birthdays, I can barely stand it!
Now if only I could figure out what to get kids for their birthdays. One thing at a time…