Last year, I knew so many women who were expecting. Three of which I saw 40 hours a week. It was a delight to see them every Monday through Friday, to learn about their new adventures, the sex of the babies (all boys if you believe it), the names they chose. I also liked seeing their bellies grow. I’m a self-confessed belly rubber – I just can’t get over how magical it all is.
You get the memo. Your midsection expands. And then you got a baby. Abracadabra.
Of course, the best part is receiving the news that mom and baby are safe and healthy and happy. Each time the news rang down through the office, we’d check the over-sized calendar to see who guessed the right date and won the pot of wagers. (Nothing wrong with a little friendly office gambling. Even a new mom has been known to win.)
John was the last baby to come in 2010, the last baby we took bets on. He was so tiny when we first met him, with the biggest, brightest eyes. Months have passed now and those eyes are still large and bright as can be. And brown. Dark brown. I think he’s so handsome. Mom and dad did such a good job.
Isn’t he a happy one? I loved hearing Amanda’s reaction when she saw the images. I loved it just as much the second time when she opened her package of prints. Such a beautiful family. Such beautiful friends. I wish them nothing but happiness.