Dear Baby Boy,
In 8(ish) short weeks, you’re going to make your grand entrance into this world. Into our space.
And what a beautiful space it is. This past weekend made that abundantly clear to me.
You see, we have the most amazing family and friends. I’m absolutely convinced you couldn’t find any better. Anywhere. Our community has knit this web, net, veil, blanket (whatever meshy/protective thing you want…I like hammocks myself) of love around our family. And that includes you.
With every game, and smile, and present, and laugh my heart grew more and more full. It wasn’t just that people got us things (and they sure did, you’re going to be the best dressed little guy around!). Each person expressed how anxious and excited they are to meet you. To hold you. To bless you. To love on you.
That’s what you’re joining. A space full of love.
And while us women-folk ooh and ahhed at baby clothes and tried to diaper a faux baby blind-folded, the men-folk did ALL THE THINGS back at the house. Seriously, our home-improvement todo list is much shorter.
Those physical labors were just another expression of love. A rather manly expression, but a beautiful one, none-the-less. Those men (and the men who watched kids so their wives could party with us) are the self-sacrificing, creative, hard-working examples of manliness that you will grow up with and, I hope, emulate.
We were surrounded by so many different types of love last weekend, it’s hard to put into words my gratitude. But hopefully you felt it. Hopefully all those happy hormones (that still coarse through my veins when I think about our friends and family) are giving you a good idea of just how wonderful it is out here.
In this space.
Love you already, and more than you’ll ever know,