The calm before the storm. It's a different kind of calm. Anxious, ecstatic, expectant, amazed, overwhelmed, awestruck...ready. Somehow they all apply here.
I know I haven't been writing. I guess I've been too caught up thinking, feeling, experiencing and enjoying. Writing has just come in fifth behind those other things. It won't always. It just has now.
November feels like so long ago and last month simultaneously. There were long stretches of, "holy crap this is taking forever" swiftly replaced by, "holy crap, it's go time." The baby train is officially coming fast. He's going to arrive before his name does. And I like it. Maybe we'll even ask him. Two blinks if you like this one. An arm swipe if you like that one. Poop if you don't like any of them.
There were a number of solid names that didn't quite make the cut.
Wotan Jefferson - Can you name your first child after a German opera composer? If your dad is an opera buff named Randy, he'll plant the seed and water it every chance he gets.
Younggren Jefferson - the greatest name that almost was... in reverse. Ultimately, too many double consonants.
Hammer Lightning Jefferson
or
Lightning Hammer Jefferson - The lines between fantasy and reality have officially become blurred.
Geronimo Jefferson - I couldn't stop saying it for a week after I heard it. But I have a feeling he would have hated us when he started school.
Rigley Jefferson - Drop the W from the greatest sports venue in the world. Rig for short. I'm not sure the world would have been ready.
Circuit Jefferson - Only five people in the world would have appreciated it. And two live in the Pacific time zone.
Oscar Jefferson - The one that came the closest. A legitimate two week window where it looked like it might happen. I still might call him Oskie anyway...
______ Jefferson - Getting to name my son is the coolest game I've ever played.
This is gonna be pretty freaking fun, isn't it?
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