It's been two years...... two long years.
Two years ago I was drunk off my ASS celebrating my 26th, and somehow, I thought I'd suprise your momma and give her a ring at the hospital. After four tries at dialing the number that was 50 digits too long, I finally got through to a very tired, very drugged, very fuzzy 'Laskan popsicle (that sounds SO wrong *LOL*) who had just hatched this little tater tot. Safe to say I surprised the shit outta your mom (and me, too, come to think of it).
That was two very long years ago. That was our first phone call. Ever. The first time she heard my voice, and the first time I really heard hers (yep, DS, I still have that sound file from the summer we met with you siiiiiiingin' *smirk*)
I remember nine months prior to that, getting this peculiar message through on ICQ about having to wait three minutes. Being the man I am, I assumed, oh, microwave food. Popcorn maybe. Your mom seemed awfully nervous about waiting for something in the microwave. Nope, after a few more messages I get this line about a pee stick. It still took me a few seconds before I panicked *laughs* And boy did I.... then the messages of all messages came through.
I'm pregnant.
And that was it, too. No cheers, no tears..... nothing. Just "I'm pregnant." coming from the woman I normally write novels with AND the woman who is wanting to be all nursey and midwifey and did not even notice the signs her body was giving her! (She is now going to kill me for telling you that *laughs*) Talk about tunnel vision, I zooomed right on in on that message, didn't breath, blinked a few times, but that was it. People woulda thought it was my wife actually telling me by my reaction. Then, of course, I'm running up and down the halls of the dorm whooping and hollering like a bloody fool.... yes, even climbed up on the desk to do the damned Snoopy dance.
We hugged, laughed, cried *chuckles* I then proclaimed you as mine and that you would be fine. You would make it to term and make your momma proud. I knew from that moment you would be a happy, healthy baby. I should have also placed money on the fact you would be a holy terror.... I'd be a rich man now *laughs*
You were the only of her brood to crawl. To have fangs before bunny teeth. To howl.
Yes, there has often been speculation that somehow you are mine, and not simply my neice. At times the speculation was daily...... by more people than your mom. Well of course you're mine. I survived mine months of your mom's pregnancy hormones...... I damn well have some say in it *laughs* You are a part of my family, it doesn't have to be by blood to matter. So I sit here now, two years later, celebrating my 28th and your 2nd..... listening to your mom tell me how you don't want to wait until your party to open your presents...... and somehow this does not surprise me.
I'm proud of you, Pup, I know you'll continue to do just fine. I love you...... happy birthday.