‘w’ is for wax paper… which I wrapped all my childhood bagel and cream cheese sandwiches in for lunch. It’s also what we stole from the kitchen drawer and ran down to the playground with to slick up the metal slide into the Slide of Death. *sigh* Where did all the metal slides go?
‘w’ is for Write Me A Song… the Edwin McCain song that speaks to me on about 84 levels. ‘Write me a song. Fill it all up with the words like brilliant and heavenly… make it sound just like me, just like the first time I love you was heard.’ His music will always remind me of Rebecca.
‘w’ is for waistline…which is quickly disappearing. Carley mentioned I haven’t talked much about Mulder 2, and I realized she was totally right! Fortunately, that’s because everything has been just fine. I have moved out of the exhaustion phase (which hit me harrrrd) and on to the normal phase. This pregnancy has been very much like Rylie… very unremarkable. Don’t worry. I’ll pay in delivery like last time 🙂 So, here’s my 15.5 week shot for posterity’s sake (and a sneak peak at the picket fence… can you see it?). I’m enormous.
And, ‘w’ is for William Wilberforce… a personal champion of mine. If you’ve never seen Amazing Grace, please do. It’s an incredible (and true) story, it has costumes (yes, Laura), and it has one of the most profound scenes I’ve ever witnessed: when William talks to his mentor, John Newton, in the church. It’s remarkable. Simply remarkable.
P.S. Happy Birthday, Mom!
P.P.S. I got locked in our chicken coop yesterday. That red bar I’m standing in front of? It slammed down on me. Curt and Rylie ate their breakfasts peacefully while I was stuck in the chicken coop. I shall explain more once the hurt has worn off.