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5 days and counting

Almost there....I'm really starting to get anxious. The feeling I have right now is a combination between that childhood feeling the days before Christmas (I WANT MY PRESENTS NOW)....and that feeling of butterflies as a new relationship is on the horizon (butterflies, anxiety, excitement, etc).

To Liberty: I'm so excited to meet you.....I haven't seen you yet, but I love you. You are my world...and I look forward to being a part of yours.

Love, dad.

(wow, did I just call myself dad? I know it's not technically true yet...but seeing that...writing that...kind of made my heart flutter...in a macho way, of course).

Worry is a Weight

I notice sometimes...when I'm feeling self-aware....that worrying about something, anything, can really take it's toll. I am the type of person who worries about everything. I worry about the baby...worry about work...is my heart beating too fast, is that car going to come over in my lane...get the point? I don't take pride in the fact that I worry; it's actually a little embarrassing & difficult to admit.

Me, a self-proclaimed bad-ass, that is worried about the smallest things. It's funny when I actually type that sentence. Don't get me wrong, I would be the first to run into a burning building to save a child...without thinking twice (but when I tried to fall asleep that night, I'd worry about what could have went wrong). I guess it's normal. I don't know....it's not something that you have conversations about with your friends - so who knows?

I know this...when I'm worried, I feel a weight on my shoulders. It's cliche, but it feels like I'm physically carrying a heavy load sometimes.....and I only realize it when the worry vanishes. Usually I'm able to stop myself...and think "you have nothing to worry about" - it's all in God's hands. When that doesn't work, praying really helps.

Anyways....enough on that rant. God bless.

Valentine's Day

Post Holiday Ramblings:

Why do I hate thee so? I don't know....but it's NOT because I hate love, romanticism, gifts....mushy stuff.....actually, I think all of those things are great....and people that appreciate their significant others in the form of gifts or love notes....or WHATEVER, are better for it.

What I do hate is that someone created a lame holiday so that I'll be guilted into "showing" how much I love my wife. AND, I hate pink....and heart shapes (unless of course it involves this little drawing I made on my table cloth during our valentines dinner at Jax on H.....but I do love those stale heart shaped candies. : )

That's it. Oh....and you may notice from the photo that the name is Liberty. Love it or hate it.....that's what we're naming her. : ) Well.....at least, until my wife convinces me otherwise.