Dearest, Dylan,
Mommy needs to do better. It was my pledge and my intention to write you so much more often than I have, but I am convinced more than ever that life happens. If we are not intentional about our purpose, our commitment, and our priorities, life just happens and we lose our way. For that reason, I am recommitting myself to these letters and to my son. Yes, you heard it right! We are having a BOY! Of course, the story doesn’t begin there. Oh no. This moment in our lives was a typical Moore-Boyette moment, drama included.
Having been excited all night, I hardly slept at all. My appointment was at noon, and I had one planning meeting standing in between me and one of the coolest moments in my life. I hardly heard a word during the meeting as I was daydreaming about the moment that would change my life or my nursery colors at least, forever! Finally, it was time. The traffic was horrible on the beltline, and my palms were sweating profusely at the thought of being late. When I arrived at 11:48 on the dot, Dan was already waiting in the parking lot, all smiles. You could actually see him smiling as soon as I turned in; it was awesome.
Together, we waited. To date, that waiting has been my most favorite moment of this entire journey. As odd as looks and feels as I write this, that single moment, when the two of us were both anxious and hopeful, captures the enormity of becoming a parent. An ongoing journey of questioning decisions, standing firm, celebrating firsts, and doing all that with the one person that remains just as hopeful that each day will bring a new adventure. That has been my most favorite moment.
However, that moment lasted for an entire hour, as the doctor was running behind schedule. Just before the hopefulness gave way to exhaustion and frustration, they called our name. Instantly, our hope was restored and we almost raced to the ultrasound room. Carefully, the doctor reviewed all of your major organs, telling us how perfect you looked and how amazing you measured. We were so proud, especially the teacher in me! Already you were making straight As, and I could already tell that you would spend your life outsmarting both of your parents, which made me laugh a little and cry a lot. And then, it happened. She showed us both your legs, and then showed us the screen shot that would make this experience so much more real than it already seemed. She wrote, “It’s a BOY!” Instantly, your dad shouted, “I’ve got a little homie,” and that made my heart smile as big as the sky.
We spent most of the day telling family and friends, and then I realized that as life continues to happen, each day will be better than the next. My dearest, Dylan, you are already so loved, and I can only imagine what each coming day will bring. I do know, however, that no matter what, you will always be my little BOY-ette.
love you,
Mommy
Mommy
