Hey, son.
Your mom says hi.
We're really looking forward to meeting you. We have no idea when that'll be. Could be a year from now, could be more. We don't even know if you'll be first or if your sister will be.
We talk about you a lot. "When Isaiah is here, we'll..." and "Do you think Isaiah will be..."
But we're not in a rush. We're more than happy to have many more months of just the two of us. We got married a few months ago, and we're getting married again next month. (That's another story). We're at a point right now where we just sit around and smile at each other all day. I know that's disgusting to hear, but one day, I hope you'll be able to look at us and see your parents still very, very much in love, and that you'll really appreciate that-- like both of us do with our parents. Especially hers-- man, they're sick. Always holding hands and dancing in public and stuff. Hopefully, that sounds familiar to you because of what you've seen from us.
We're living in Bellingham, Washington, in the USA. Is that still a country? I work for the African Children's Choir--I'll tell you more about that another time--and she tutors and works with the youth at a church here in town. We just moved here, but we really like it. Spend time in this area if you haven't yet, especially in the fall--it's not like where your mom comes from, where it's only ever hot and there
are no leaves that you can watch changing colour... and it's not like where I come from where one day you get back from camping and swimming at Lake of the Woods and it's -20 and if you didn't pay attention on the drive home, you missed the switch from summer to fall to winter. The trees are incredible, and though it's really windy, it's not as wet as people make it out to be.
We both really like what we're doing, and your mom is also really invested in what I'm doing with the Choir. It's an organization we both really believe in because we feel like we're working for ALL the aid organizations, by showing people around the First World just how incredible, valuable, and beloved the suffering, neglected children of the world are. (I'm not really supposed to say "First World" anymore in 2009, so I imagine that in whatever year you're in, that sounds really ignorant. But oh well. Suck it up, kid.) ((That means, uh....it's just a saying. Don't worry about it.))
We talk about church a lot. It's hard to even dream of where we'll be on that one by the time you're reading this on your laptop or your glasses that come with wireless or whatever. What we both really want is to have a few friends over to our house regularly for soup and community. We're working towards it. We have the home, your mom is awesome with the soup, and now we just need to find the friends. Remember, when I'm writing this, it's still before your uncle Blair and aunt Melissa moved out West.
There's a lot more to say, but that's a primer for you. Gotta keep this in reasonable installments, and your mom's waiting to drive me home. Yeah, she drives, I don't. I know that's hard for you to imagine now, since you're used to me shuttling you to your ballet classes in our hovercar. (You guys still have sarcasm in 20XX, right??)
Oh, umm... as you can tell, I used to use this address for other things... I decided to leave that all there. If you want to see a spattering of updates from the last few years before your mom and I got married (twice) it's all there. I'll be blown away if the youtube links still work. Anyways, you need to get off the computer so I can drop you off at practice before I head out to my WCC board meeting. *smirk*
Do you guys still have smirking?
Talk to you soon...
David
ps-- I just looked beneath my computer screen and saw a picture of JT. You know, your exotic Brazilian cousin. Yeah, what a big shot, huh? Oh well, you can still nutmeg him.