My moon, my men.
At two twelve this afternoon, we welcomed our son, Hunter Womble Duttweiler, into the world. Seven pounds four ounces, nineteen and a half inches, light of our lives.
Apparently it is a little cold in here.
Completely delicious hot pepper pork chops, grilled endive, and cornbread and berry dessert with honeyed creme fraiche.
We like to eat.
Bill came home from Afghanistan, and suddenly I’m eating well again.
he’s home! so i’m MIA for awhile, folks :)
Guys, something amazing happened yesterday besides Bill coming home.
And what happened was this.
- Source: youtube.com
I find bobbin winding so weirdly calming.
So, when you envision your fabulous military life homecoming, you don’t always envision it happening with you 39 weeks pregnant and states away from your husband. That’s sort of the last thing you imagine, really, because it doesn’t involve any of the homecoming things we all look forward to.
But! It does involve the Marine in question coming home, and coming home before his baby arrives, and all of that is wonderful and good, especially when his parents can drive up from Georgia to fetch him and take him out to a really wonderful lunch on the beach at Daddy Mac’s and generally be around to support and help him reintegrate back into real life.*
Minus losing a ton of weight, he looks just like he did when he left: exhausted, depleted, and desperately in need of a drink. : )
But he liked his welcome home sign.
And he liked coming home. And I like him coming home, too… but it will be even better when we’re back together! (Word on that comes from the top today. Come on, folks! I’m not tripping the life fantastic doing a home-birth at the Bora Bora Intercontinental. I’m at the National Military Medical Center for a reason!)
But while we wait for Bill to make it up here, we can at least be satisfied that he loves baby’s nursery… and nothing makes me happier. I so wanted him to fall in love with it… which isn’t entirely easy, since the linens are here and there’s no art on the walls yet (I wanted him to have say in that)… but, still, he smiles.
And I’m so grateful to his mom for catching it on camera.
Welcome home, Billiam! We have missed you so, so much.
* Which is sort of a joke, given how suddenly it’s about to change with the arrival of Huntaroo. But hey, we can try!
Today’s Google Doodle makes me so happy.
And just like that, Bill came home. Hopefully they’ll even let us see him sometime soon.