So I was walking through the grocery store today, and I don’t know what sparked it (I think I had a fart joke I wanted to make and no one was around) but I had the sudden thought that I am going to have a son, and I just couldn’t stop smiling. I have been pretty ready for the whole baby thing for a while now, but the thought of son, my son, just seems like so much fun. I mean I get to pretty much warp this little guy into my own image. I just walked around Win Dixie thinking about how much fun it is going to be to have a little me running around.
Of course then I started thinking about all of the reasons why having a little me running around wouldn’t be fun, but that didn’t stop me from smiling. I have been so worked up over the whole baby thing, and getting ready for the baby that I almost forgot that he is going to be a living, breathing, person and although he may start out as just a baby he is going to grow, and that makes me smile.