Dear not-just-yet baby,
Right now mommy is snuggled up in her favorite robin egg blue throw, candles lit and her Civil War’s station playing on Pandora. Daddy is sitting at the table sketching lighting designs and asking my opinion. He works with a furrowed brow and a steady hand. He stops for a break with a pencil behind his ear. He doesn’t realize it, but he’s making me fall more and more in love with him. He goes back to the table, erases, wipes the dust away and sets his pencil back in mortion, co- creating with God and inspiring me all the while.
This is a typical night in the Hutson home. I wonder what you will bring here with you- some tears probably and hopefully giggles too. Joy will abound while our wallets become deeper black holes but we won’t care too much because your love will fill and spill out into all the empty crevices and holes around this house. We won’t care too much about the insomnia ridden bodies and minds, the lack of washed hair and abundance of sweat pants because we will have you. you sweet sweet baby you.
No sketches or designs on a notepad could draw you up or sum up this co creation. We can’t wait for you much longer but we know we have to. So, with furrowed brows, steadied hands we scribble love notes to you, about you. We proclaim your name in a dusty no. 2 markings hoping these paper rants will subdue our desire to put you into motion.
The not-just-yet Mommy.