It's hard to believe, but your due date fast approaches. There are a lot of phone calls. Your Grandma June (we will call her Crazy Grannie) calls every day, along with several other friends and relatives, to see if there are any signs that you will be joining us out here. No one tis more excited than your father and I. He can hardly make himself go to work every day. I think he would rather hang out with me all day so he can watch me (just in case anything should happen). We both agreed last night that we didn't anticipate how hard the waiting was going to be. We know we will get to meet you soon, and that is enough to cause our hearts to burst with joy. We already can't imagine life without you.
The name Finnegan....I'm hoping your father agrees. Why Finnegan? The name rings with me, in my heart. Begin again: this beckoning call resonates. There are so many ways that the choices I made in life could have pointed me away from you. I feel that finding you (and your father) along my path is quite miraculous. Even with all my anxiety, there is not a moment that passes where I do not feel intense happiness that things worked out exactly this way.
