I think I mentioned, did I not, that my brother and his wife are expecting? Well, they are. They’re having a baby boy, and I couldn’t be more delighted for them. When Josh called to tell me Terri was pregnant I crowed, “I KNEW it, I KNEW IT!”
I was nothing but happy. Purely, plainly happy. Almost blithely joyous.
Recently I was poking about online for baby clothes for the J&T spawn, and I came across a wee jumper. It was the perfect shape, a rectangle sack with soft openings for one downy head and a total of four fat arms and legs. It was bright without being TOO bright, and it looked like it was that sort of soft that makes you want to pet your cheek with it.
And on the front was a fairly obnoxious cartoon of a golfer, with the words “GOLF PRO” written above it. Just in case you missed the, you know, golf clubs and stuff.
While cartoon-infested babywear is unnecessary at best, I was tempted by this outfit for a second. After all, I mused, Josh loves to golf.
That’s when it hit me.
This baby? Is NOT Josh. He’s…himself.
Josh is having a whole human baby. Or, to be more accurate, Terri is having the baby. But it’s THEIRS. Josh – my brother – is going to be a father. Just as surely as everything changed the day Tre was born, the earth is about to shift under Josh’s feet. They’re going to wade through all the wonder and frustration, magic and poop.
I put my head down, right next to the keyboard, and cried.
Josh says people like to tease him and Terri, to warn them that they have no idea what’s coming. This is both true and a stupid thing to say. Who among us knows what’s coming?
I wouldn’t warn them if I could. What an amazing journey they’re starting.
Someday soon, I pray, I’ll be able to visit them and hold their baby boy. I can’t wait to see them watch their son, and nod in agreement with their wonder.