A letter to Adrian

Dear Adrian,

It was just yesterday that you turned four months old and it was just last night that during dinner I turned to your dad and told him that I no longer could remember our life before you were in it.

Since the day that you entered into this world and into our arms I have fallen more and more in love with you. You constantly amaze us with how happy you are when you wake up in the morning, how much you love to "talk" about your day when you get home from school, how you become stronger every day and will soon be sitting up on your own, how you already don't like it when I put your pacifier in your mouth because you want to be the one to put it in, how you love to put anything that will fit into your mouth and how when you look at me directly in the eyes my heart still melts.

We have learned so much about who you are already in these four short months. I am looking forward to watching you grow up into a beautiful little girl who will continue to amaze me with every story told, song sang and look given. But I will say that I am not trying to rush time too much and cherish every minute we have together. You are such a blessing and your father and I try to remember that every day and thank God for all he has given us.

This afternoon I will be leaving work early to rush over to pick you up from school because I think we need some mom and daughter time together. I am already trying to start our traditions together especially because I know your dad has so many in store for the two of you!

A mom and dad could not be more proud or love their child more than we love you.

Love,
Mom and Dad

Pictures from Adrian waking up yesterday- not the best pictures because
they are from my phone but still a cutie!

Prayer with a twist

So today a coworker of mine passed along a link to Tina Fey's new book "Prayer for a Daughter"- I just had to repost a section of it because not only is it as funny as you would expect from Tina Fey but it also has so much truth to it. Sometimes our prayers for our children can run long and include everything under the sun but as parents we just want so much for our kids and I think this is a pretty great start! I will be buying this book tonight on my Kindle. Enjoy!

"First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.

Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed. A

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen."