Rosanna is doing well. Very well actually, considering all that I have read about where she is in her pregnancy. No real nausea and her only craving seems to be organic chocolate milk (and shopping… go figure). She is beautiful. I love to hold her close and feel the bump against me. Something, sorry… someONE that we have created sitting in THERE just waiting to explode on to this earth. It’s amazing, fantastic and scary all at the same time. I can’t wait!
I think and talk on here a lot about my father. How much I miss him and how much I wish he was here to hold my child, bust my chops and give me advice. There is someone who I know I don’t talk enough of and that’s my mother’s husband, Emery.
We all lost someone amazing.. my father, my dad. The one who governed and raised my family. As it happens though my mother, against all odds, found someone equally amazing (although extremely different than my father) who ,although sees the world and acts quite differently, treats my mother and loves her more than you can possibly comprehend.
I consider myself extremely lucky that he is a member of our family and hope that he is excited to be “Grandpa”. Thank you for everything you do and can’t wait for you to change a diaper.
My mom and brother… what can I say? I love you both so very much. My mother is the most selfless and giving person I know. Putting up with my antics and supporting e even when I was so very much in the wrong. My Brother, Evan, who has traveled so far in his life and (thankfully) settled here locally with a beautiful wife and is in the process of building a family. You are both amazing.
So now all of you have read through this, noted the date and are pretty sure that Ro and I made it to the U/S appointment the other day.
The answer is…