Dear Baby Girl,
Stimmy has left the building.
They left our family with the beautiful home that you will
grow up in, and a nursery that is exactly what I pictured in my head (a
difficult feat to accomplish). I will include some photos once Dad and I get
all the furniture and have everything organized, but you already know what it
looks like because by the time you read this it will be your house. But right now it is new, and there is certainly a “wow
fact-ah.” There’s so much space that I don’t know where to go.
Grandpa Steve got all blink-y before he left. You will
witness this many times in your life likely starting with your birth and then
any time you hit a major milestone (i.e. walking, saying “Grandpa,” etc.). He
got us both respective parting gifts (aside from the house) and left us a
little message:
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Red for me, pink for you. |
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Your baby shower is next weekend! |
The “Baby Pink” comes from one of Grandpa Steve’s OCD
behaviors that he developed while painting your nursery. He could not stop
humming to himself “Pink!” and “Baby Gray!” and would blurt these out at random
as if he had Tourette’s (even after he finished his paint job). “Pink!” turned
into “Baby Pink!” and hence, the note. Another consequence of his nursery paint
job: he HAD to have strawberry ice cream that night because the color pink of
your bedroom reminded him of strawberry ice cream (this resulted in he and Jimmy’s countertop ice cream date).
We are very grateful for all of their hard work, and it’s
very possible that the next time Grandpa Steve and Jimmy are in this house
there will be another member of the family… YOU (I think that made Grandpa
Steve extra blink-y).
Love,
Mom
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