I love packages in the mail. I hate bills, statements, junk mail, etc. But I love mail. Hand written letters in colorful envelopes. And I love boxes. If you ever want to send me mail, please feel free. Even if its just packing peanuts or bubble wrap.
Tonight I drove home after working 10 hours and doing a little grocery shopping. Paul was working late. I had a bunch of boring groceries to carry in as well as some Panda Express food that no longer sounded or smelled good. Feeling kinda blah.
I turned into my driveway and there was a box sitting at my door! It made me so happy. I had no idea what it was but I was still happy. I carried everything in and grabbed the box. It was from Paul's grandma in Colorado. I cut it open, and on the top was this note.
I unwrapped the package and it was this frame/album.
I opened it up and it was full of photos of Paul. From the time he was born, up through his teenage years. It was so fun to sit and look through it. He was such a cute baby! And he's still so babe-licious!
I sat and daydreamed about being a mom, about the little human that is growing inside of me right now. About my crazy hormones, emotions, swelling body, exhaustion, and headaches. And how I wouldn't have it any other way. I am already so madly in love with this person inside of me. I can't wait to welcome him/her into the world.
Speaking of him/her, he/she. I'll start saying one or the other on May 3rd. It would be a week sooner but we'll be in California and have to wait until after the trip to find out. I think its a boy, just sayin.