Well before I go into my last day as a mommy of one, I'll tell you about our 4th. We spent the afternoon at my parents' neighbor's house where we had a BBQ and homemade ice cream. The kids went on a treasure hunt and then we all went to my parents' for swimming. Then we went back to the neighbor's for dinner. Isn't that funny? But that's the way people are up here. Mi casa es su casa is really the mindset. I think about the neighborhood I grew up in in San Leandro. Until we got married, I'd never lived anywhere else (well except for that summer at Oxford). The neighbors were as good as family, I thought. But, in the 31 years my parents lived on that street, they were never once invited over for a BBQ. That just didn't happen on Daily Court. Here we've known folks no more than 2 years and we're treated like family. I'm not saying folks are better people up here. I just look at this as another confirmation that moving here was meant to be for us.
Anyhow, after dinner, Scott and Pops went to buy fireworks. You won't believe the kind of fireworks we can set off here. We're talking rockets launched several hundred feet into the air with repetitive explosions. So Scott starts the show, at the end of my parents driveway and I sit with Adam, G and P up on the porch under the eaves, about 200 feet away. Halfway through the "show", Scott lights one of the big rockets but part of it misfires and shoots right at us. It lands about 4 feet to my left and then explodes. The boom was so loud I felt disoriented afterwards. When I came to my senses and saw that Adam was okay, I realized my arm was burning. Sure enough I'd caught a spark and have two 2nd degree burns, each about the size of a nickel. And I also had a bunch of singed hair.
Can you believe it?! I'm okay now, but it's kind of funny. Growing up, I was always terrified of fireworks whether they were sparklers or the show at Disneyland. I was always certain that I'd get hurt. I would hide inside the souvenir shops at Disneyland because I thought the sparks would land on me. What I didn't know is that one day they would! In our own backyard! Ironic!
So it's a little after 8pm here, and that means in less than 12 hours our baby girl will be here. Today's been kind of surreal. Everything is done and we're ready to go. It kind of feels like the night before our wedding. It's hard to believe tomorrow is the big day and all this waiting and preparation has led up to this. Months and months of waiting, planning, praying and here it is. I'm not really nervous. I wasn't nervous the night before our wedding, nor was I nervous the night before Adam was induced. I'm just ready to be mama of two.
So I'm signing off as Adam's mama only to return as mama of two.
