65 Days →[More:]That's the estimate until
our baby girl arrives (totally need to update that page). I'm entering freak-out mode, and am entirely exhausted. We've been preparing the play room and nursery, slopping Drylock all over the basement walls and putting an epoxy finish on the floor (so the cat litter can go down there, which is currently in what will be the playroom), installing new lights, new dishwasher . . . I should say "I've been" since I won't let Mrs. tr33 get around any of that stuff, esp. the paint and whatnot.
And I know it'll all get done, but I'm a worrier. And I want to be a good dad. I want her to like me in addition to love me. I want her to respect me and admire me, and learn from me while becoming her own person. I want her to be healthy and happy. I want her to spend more time laughing than crying, more time with friends than I do. I want her to love this beautiful earth, the sun and the woods, and the animals.
I want to be able to provide for her, while helping her understand the really important things are in the arms of a loved one, the beauty of art and music and words.
I want to teach her patience, and understanding. I want her to be liked, and I want her to love herself.
So, Sophie Rayne, if you ever read this, know we anticipate you, and your daddy can't wait to tickle your belly and watch you laugh, can't wait to watch you chase the dog through the back yard, can't wait to watch you grow and learn and love and live.
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So, happy earth day all. Lots of new people around these parts; I need to regain my status as a regular!