Perspective

Dear Peanut,

Today I got to see you for the very first time. Granted it was a little one-sided and you were playing with your feet over your head unaware that your Mama, Dada, the Technician and I had our eyes peeled on the large screen TV image of you. It was probably all white noise to you from the world outside your present one. But for me little one, it was new.

Today of all the days, it was snowing and wet and slick and right in the middle of April which evokes a deep annoyance and I look up at the sky and have a harsh exchange with Snow and tell her she's had six months of playtime. I stomp, I huff and puff.....most days. 

But today was different. Today, I had the oddest smile plastered to my face. There was snow everywhere. My hair was wet and wild-looking, my feet were soggy. I was cold. The train was over-crowded. People were coughing and sniffling. The slippery pavement fettered with a million snowflakes.Yet none of it mattered. 

Today, all I could think about was your chubby cheeks and your nose and your little feet over your head. 

I looked around and for the time today in four years with a fleeting thought. "This is a picture-perfect, snowy day in Calgary". 

They say perspective is everything. Who knew that your beautiful "utlra-sonic" view would change mine. So today is indeed a beautiful day my precious one, because today, I saw you for the very...first...time.

A letter for the cheeky one...Killi!

My darling Killi,

When I think of you, I'm most overjoyed but also secretly proud my little one. You already embody that cheeky quality that reminds me of a certain someone (much to your Mama's chagrin). 

I cannot believe that you were hiding in plain sight all along. Whilst your Mama and I laced our fingers and walked the streets of New York, while we warmed up to deep, dark hot chocolate at Mirabelle, who knew you were warming up too. 

You were right there savouring and unashamedly slurping-in the taste of the ocean in those Cape May oysters. You were there tugging at your Mama's heart and cajoling your Papa into buying her a puppy (that one almost worked little babe).

You followed me to Anthropologie once and once again when I was chasing after the cups and saucers. You pushed through the crowds with us on the busiest days of the year and secretly smiled when your Mama kissed your Papa in front of the big Christmas tree.

And then you and I partied away on New Year's eve to the sounds of the Latin beat and dragged our tired selves back home after midnight. You were there Killi. You were there playing hiding and seek with all of us; the invisible spectator to all the silliness, laughter and the million hugs.

You were there when your Mama walked into the house on New Year's Day. Little did we know that four of us had made our way back through that front door.  

Oh you'll give me a run for my money, this I already know. You'll make my heart leap and my head spin. There will never be a dull moment when you're on the move. Your Mama will give us both the same disapproving look and you will add to the frown lines I've already given her.

You've snuck in, stolen my heart and now my world will never be the same again. 

P.S - When you're ready, Peanut and I will be waiting for you!