This weekend (10/9/11) we spent all weekend blowing insulation into the dormers of our house, including your bedroom. It is our anniversary weekend. Even though it was a tedious and grueling process, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend our anniversary. I thought about you the whole time. And sometimes you said hello and reminded me that you are already with us — flipping around in my belly. When you arrive your nursery will be nice and warm, despite that you are joining this world in the dead of winter. You’re lucky you have such a great dad that’s willing to spend his entire weekend up on the roof of the house instead of composing music. Maybe you could call that a necessary sacrifice, but I only know it as love. As we were insulating our way around the house, your dad kept referring to the back bedroom as “Peanut’s room” – it was a subtle reminder of how much he already loves you and it melted my heart every time he said it.
BTW — Hands down, you have the best room in the house. Southern exposure, big windows…. you’re one lucky Tidbit.
I’m sorry I’m just writing to you now, halfway through my pregnancy. For what it’s worth, I’ve been talking to you since I found out you were growing in my belly, and I’ve been dreaming about you even longer. As you’ll soon learn, your mom and dad are very busy people. We’re teachers, so we’re always either grading, planning lessons, or attempting DIY house projects (hence blowing of insulation into the house) because we’re teachers and we’re poor. But you’ll also learn very quickly that we’re both extremely loving people and we’re both passionate about life. We’re super excited to meet you and to watch you grow into your own unique self. I hope that you are unconditionally loving like your momma and ambitious and talented like your father. And I’m sure that you’ll have your own characteristics that will make us wonder where you actually came from. I can’t wait to meet you little Tidbit.