Last week we went to the Connecticut shore as part of our Fourth of July celebration. My father-in-law rents a house every year so we go down to spend a day and celebrate the holiday. These past three years have been an interesting progression.
Three years ago, we went and talked about our upcoming "vacation." No one knew that our secret glances weren't just in excitement and anticipation of relaxing in the Caribbean. The truth was that we were secretly planning a wedding.
Last year, we all enjoyed the anticipation of my growing belly and all the changes that the baby would bring. We wondered if it was a boy or a girl and when he would make his appearance.
This year, the baby was the star of the show. He happily babbled and bounced his way into everyone's heart. We heard time after time how sweet and cute he is (we agree).
When nap-time rolled around, I took the little Button up to the third floor of the house to lay him down on my father-in-law and his girlfriend's bed. The house is old and huge; the ceiling is peaked and the wooden rafters made it feel like we were resting in an attic. The ocean breeze and the sound of waves lapping at the shore floated in through the open windows. The day was hot but the breeze was pleasant and someone somewhere was playing a ukulele.
My sweet baby was sound asleep and peaceful next me. It was one of those moments that a woman dreams about when she strokes her pregnant belly and wonders what's coming next...it was, in a word, perfect.