It seems weird to refer to you as Axelrod, considering how we’ve been calling you by your real name for months by now. But your father has some idea of us keeping up with our code names in this journal, and I’m not going to argue with him. I’ll admit that our code names are pretty funny. (Your father is currently doing the dishes after cooking dinner, isn’t that awesome?)
Currently, you are making me very pregnant. I’d post a photo of my bare belly right here for you, but I’m afraid it might be scary. Rest assured, kid, the belly I keep you in is BIG. Your very big personality is making for a very big globe in my middle where my whole world rests within. Or most of my whole world, anyhow. You are the evolution of all those generations that led to your father and I growing up, finding each other, and getting together to create whatever you are to become. I find this fascinating.
There will soon be three of us. I can’t imagine you not enjoying your time with us, frankly. Tonight, I’ve been looking nostalgically through some photos of your dad and me. I gotta say, we are a fun bunch. This is what we looked like on the night we met in person on a fateful New Years Eve that we didn’t realize was fateful for some months:
All wrapped up
That was a good time. I think that must have been at about 1am, which is an hour we should be seeing a lot of with you, very soon. During those days in our shared, imminent future- I can guarantee you that we will not be as well dressed or have as much champagne in our bellies. I am quite sure that we will, however, still be having a good time. We do that very well.
Here is a little story in photos about your immediate family and how you came about…
Your father and I fell quickly and immediately in love about 3 years and 1 month before your due date. This is a photo of us from our second date:
Look at his turquoise hair!
Yes. Your dad had turquoise hair. I had significantly less hair. This will happen again!. In my dreams, you have rainbow colored hair that matches your father’s rainbow colored hair. It will be a travesty if you grow up to have conservative tastes in hair, son. Luckily, you live in downtown Seattle and have a mother who works at a crazy hair salon. I can’t imagine that your hair tastes will run bland for any great extent of time.
Anyhow, back to the story…
By the time the above photo was taken in the summer of 2007, your father and I already pretty much knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. We couldn’t tell anyone, though. Not quite yet! People wouldn’t have taken us seriously, and we didn’t want to have to argue. It was fun to keep the secret to ourselves for a while, anyhow. It was the beginning days of creating that feeling of family that still makes us so excited. We whispered a lot of secrets to each other when no one was looking. We talked about definitely getting married and MAYBE having a baby someday. Not too long after the above photo was taken, your father asked me to marry him after 4 months of a crazy, bi-coastal courtship. I didn’t hesitate to say yes! I was with it enough to know when the best thing that ever happened to me asked me to marry him! We announced our plans to our family and friends about 2 months later.
4 months after the announcement, your dad flew out to NYC (a magical place where I once lived and hope you will live one day, too) to help me move my whole big East Coast body and mentality to be with him in Seattle. We had a dramatic cross country trip that included a blizzard, several hotel rooms, fantastic fun times with friends in San Francisco and Northern California, and an hours long relationship survey that you might someday be interested to read. After arriving in Seattle, things looked a little like this for the two of us:
Biggest sand dune on the whole beach!
We even posed for fancy engagement photos with your Uncle Andy (I’ll bet you like that guy, he’s awesome).
After 10 months of your father putting up with my difficult West Coast transition (people out here are so weird to me. You will never understand just how weird, my little West Coast son, and I am glad for that), we got married in a gorgeous East Coast affair in my hometown, Wilmington, Delaware.
It was one of the best days of our lives. We were supported by our family and friends and had the greatest time, ever. You were there in spirit, I’m pretty sure.
After the wedding, we went off to Italy, where we talked for three whole weeks about the future. Sometimes we were on a gondola, sometimes we were eating pizza, sometimes we were hiking, and sometimes we were riding bikes. Mostly, we were filled with huge expectation. We knew that great things had happened, and that even greater things would be ahead of us.
On a gondola in Venice
3 months after this photo was taken, we decided on another fateful New Years Eve that we should expand our family to include the person who is shaping up to be you! This is a funny and somewhat bad photo of what what we looked like on that night:
In the seasons that followed the above night, we tried to figure out for a good 8 months just how to make you. We were about to stop trying so hard and concentrate on something else when some sort of magic happened. Suddenly! your father and I shared a secret once again.
In this photo, I am about 7 weeks pregnant and very excited about having recently heard your heart beat for the first time. That book that I’m reading is the pregnancy book that led me to hire your midwife. I had to hide the cover from your Aunt Carinna, who took this photo but didn’t yet know that we were expecting you (I’ll bet you like her a whole lot, too). This photo excites me, particularly, because at this point in my pregnancy I am dying to lay on my belly in the grass. I can’t wait for you to get here, so I can spend the summer doing just that!
For a couple of parents who have known each other for only 3.5 years, we’ve got a pretty epic and awesome history. We are absolutely filled with gratitude and joy to welcome you into our fold. We know how quickly life can expand with love, how precious all that creating joy is, and how important it is to have a tight unit of family around you.
We are now up to date with our relationship’s photo history and this blog. Everything between there and here is more or less recorded, in one way or another, for you to read when you are ready. I hope you can see from the above content just how much we love each other, and just how much we are excited to have you become a part of the very special thing that we share.
We love you, we welcome you, and we think you are awesome, already.