We were up at your Nonny and Poppy’s house laughing at this story about how they got in an argument at the market over Buy-One-Get-One-Free ‘Killer Brownies’ they were supposed to give up for lent when we all saw the sun falling fast. It was Friday the 13th of March 2015; a record breaking heatwave day. The wind was offshore in the kind of way where you can hear the train and the car horns much more clearly out on the water and smell what people are barbecuing too.
It was going to be a beautiful sunset. I could tell even before the sun hit the low, lethargic clouds along the horizon line and I wanted to take you to it; to get us as close as we could be. Sometimes being in the ocean while the sun is going down makes you feel like a tiny part of that phenomenon.
I only had the shell suit with me, so I grabbed our foam board and ran down to the water in it, wetsuit free for the first time in months. The ocean was lively, fresh and cold like a soda with ice and the wind blew water into my eyes while we were paddling for waves. We got two waves together as the sun dipped into the water, just like you and I were. Your dad shot these pictures.
I’ve been having so much fun riding waves with you, I think I’ll be sad when you have to stay on the sand for a little while after you are born. The comfort of it comes like a good song on a busy day; a fleece blanket over goosebumps; a long ride on a cold wave as the sun goes to someone else.
The next day we worked on your nursery some more. It was kind of one of those days where you wished people would stop by so you had an excuse to stop working, but it’s getting closer. Your daddy is working hard to make you a new home when you get here, but I hope I will always be a home for you in some way.
me, your mom
p.s. we passed the second glucose test. thanks for all the positive thoughts!