Because that's where I am a lot these days. Back in the office. Working. Occasionally sneaking a peak out the window into the windows where my 3 month old is being cuddled and loved by her babysitter. Well OK, maybe not occasionally, maybe A LOT. But we got lucky. Very lucky. Ash loves his preschool, Leni loves her babysitters, we're likely going to be able to hold off putting her in full time daycare until at least January and even then we might be able to keep it at part time if we can talk the babysitters in to extending their availability into 2011. Ash has already bonded with some great new friends at school and is constantly amazing me with new talents. Like the time earlier this week when I found him changing the oil in the Hyundai and fixing the office network so that when you hit Print on a document it doesn't blow up the coffee maker. He's amazing.
Where was I going with that. Oh yeah, while I was in the office... I had a flashback to my university years in Bozeman, MT. Just me, Mike, a zillion pair of skis, and a six pack of Moose Drool. We'd talk about living abroad for a year, traveling, getting married, and moving to NY. We'd talk about family and how amazing it would be to bring home a child through international adoption. I'd balk at the idea of ever being pregnant, but never entirely swore it off. Those were great years.
I want Ash and Leni to have lots of years like that. Years spent outside, traveling, loving people and experiencing life. I want Ash's birth mom to know in her heart that we're doing our best and couldn't possibly be loving him any more, and I want Leni to know she's adored beyond belief. And occasionally I'd like a six pack of Moose Drool to magically arrive on the doorstep. Because really, who knows how far along with those dreams the two of us could have possibly gotten without the Moose Drool.