It has now been a week since we found out you are our baby girl named Holly. Mommy and I have been so truly happy.
Mommy bought you some dresses and other clothes online already and we have been trying to figure out which baby blanket to buy you as well.
Like I mentioned last week, you really have been over 7 years in the making. We have hoped for you for a long time; it’s only now that the timing would be perfect.
Yesterday as I drove home from work, I was listening to what I believe is one of the best musical recordings of all time, released 20 years ago in 1995; Oasis’s (What’s the Story) Morning Glory?
While I was listening to “Wonderwall”, a song that never gets old to me, I thought about you, as certain lines from the song played over the speakers of my Honda Element:
“I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now…
There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don’t know how…
And after all, you’re my wonderwall”
Perhaps to some people, the term “wonderwall” never really made much sense in that now classic Oasis song.
But to me, it always made sense- and it especially makes sense in regards to how I perceive you:
I write to you as if you are a real, living person, here with me right here and right now.
But the thing is, you are.
There’s simply a technically in that you are still in Mommy’s tummy, where you’ll be until around April 21, 2015.
So until then, you are my wonderwall.
You are this mysterious wall I can’t climb or get over to the other side; yet you are right there in front of me.
While I can’t yet look you in the eyes, you are just as real and familiar as if you are already here with me in the outside world.
You are my daughter. Man, that seems weird to say.
But seriously, how can anybody else in this entire world feel the way I do about you now?