A moment of thought for my friends here.
Well, I've just had my last meal of the evening after watching St. John's beat Syracuse. Now I am just relaxing after having hung some new curtains, thrown out some construction debris, painted the ceiling and primed the walls of the other bedroom.
I started keeping a journal while on my first trip to Europe 15 years ago. I find though that these days, I rarely write in it unless we're embarking or returning from some trip or some hitting some milestone. ie.
Graduations, weddings, passings, flights such as Concorde, encounters with remarkable human beings... In fact, the journal has given way to trip reports. But TRs don't catch the essence of the moment.
And what a wonderful trip the last 8.5 months have been. Another visit to Australia, a waltz north up to from Long Beach up to San Francisco, a weekend in Manhattan, and all the while, watching Highheel's belly grow while she glows.
Yet I find my feelings today completely distorted. Excitement? No. Anticipation meets anxiety, like wanting to get a wedding over with. All those days of planning cresendo to a climax. It's a weird moment. You expect the unexpected with births. Waiting for "any day now.", for that rush to the hospital, and commisurating excitement. We will not endure that same fate.
The next time I log on here, my life will have taken a completely new course heading. As I pause here for a moment, I realize I've been given a unique and rare opportunity to know when our firstborn will come. And I still can't pin the right words to describe what its like.
Is it like the night before that huge trip you've been planning? Perhaps. The night before your wedding? Ah, the last night as a bachelor is really no big deal. The night before the big game? That's it! It's the night before the big game... the one game that you've in for the rest of your life. ( Is there a DMB song for that, Futt?)
Will keep you all abreast.
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Originally Posted by uplander
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