Some blessings are too big for blog posts.
So I guess we’ll start with an invitation: Fave and I would like to invite you to a birthday party. A surprise party, really, since the guest of honor doesn’t have a clue. A party for somebody precious, and awesome, and wildly loved. Somebody tiny, who will need you. You, after all, are our village.
I’ve been thinking a lot about villages lately, these nights when I’m kept awake by the alien stretchings of change behind my belly button. I’ve been thinking about so many of you, and how completely beautiful you are – our imperfect, varied, opinionated, brilliant family – the perfection of your placement in our lives is so obvious and humbling and appreciated I can’t even begin to explain it to you.
It takes a village, and I’m so very grateful for ours.
So come October, you’re invited to join the celebration, the big hooray (!) that is the birth (and life) of our daughter or son. He or she might have Favorite’s eyes, or my smile, but I’m hoping he’ll (she’ll) also have your sense of humor, your relentless hope, your ability to see value in everyone, your crazy dance moves, the influence of your political opinions or philosophy or faith or open mind, your culinary talent, your crafty genius, your head for math, your musical presence, your unique whatever it is that is so preciously, valuably different from what Fave and I can offer on our own.
It takes a village, and we’re so blessed, so very, very blessed that you’re ours. I’m so excited for this baby, excited that he or she (take a guess! Bragging rights can be yours!) will get to be part of our crazy community. So excited for what our kid gets to learn from all of you. So grateful to have you in this with us.
Gah!!!!! We’re having a baby!!!!!!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂