and i have to tell you, friends, that i am freaking out a bit over here in my newly internet supplied (yes!) desert-y paradise. i'm handling the fact that i became an aunt pretty well, that's not really what is causing my somewhat bubbling hysteria. i accept and honor this new role in my life. the difficulty for me is recognizing that my danny is now, as of several hours ago.... someone's father. in the words of the profound joey lawrence, whoa!
i call him my danny because he was so influential in my life and in my upbringing. if doc brown were to pull up in the de lauriat, rewind to 1985 and omit him from my life i would be a completely different person. he and i are six years apart, and i really do believe that in his eyes, i'm still twelve. always twelve. my family has so many funny "danny and andie" stories and if you've been around my family for more than 10 minutes i'm sure you've heard some of them.
some favorites include:
-falling out of the carseat at age 1 and rolling around on the floor of the car while danny screamed "baby on the floor! baby on the floor!"
-calling my brother an a*hole at age 18 months and, after he began crying because of my unprovoked verbal rage, i began running after him, screaming "danny-yell, i'm sorry i call you a*hole!"
-waking him up in our shared bedroom at about 18 months, by standing in my crib, flicking the lights on and off, and yelling "danny-yell, uppy uppy!"
-really and truly believing him when he told me the plop monster existed, though i later came to find out it was just him throwing rocks into the lake when i had my back turned.
-oh! and convincing me that i was adopted. thanks, dan.
danny is the reason i began listening to metallica at age 11, that i have this warped sense of humor that sometimes gets me into trouble. he is the reason i have seen the movie the goonies, and why i became addicted to the world wrestling federation at age three (if you must know, bret hart was my favorite). he is the reason that i will make back to the future references in my blog post. he is the reason i know what ska music is, why i have seen reel big fish live in concert, and why i have seen several monty python movies when most ladies in my age group think that monty python is someones pet snake.
he is also the reason for my sometimes abounding sense of confidence, because with him at my back, i felt like i could say anything i wanted. although, as you may have guessed, he was somewhat overprotective. and though there was a significant period of time where he was stationed overseas, he managed to be overprotective by proxy. for example, when i was about seventeen, and my parents went away for the weekend, i had my mind set that i was going to go out and see a boy. no parents around, no brother around, the coast was clear. unfortunately, adolescent andiepants did not account for danny's three best friends to swipe up the reigns and put miss thing on lockdown.
but i digress. the reason for this posts existence is the arrival of a gorgeous little boy who was just introduced to the universe this morning. this beautiful little bundle of love is also lucky enough to have one of the most incredible men i have ever met for a father, and a beautiful, intelligent and caring mother. baby brendan, my wish for you, in your earliest hours of life, is to open those tiny little eyes, and see those who love you. to breathe in through that precious little nose and smell security and comfort. to open those minuscule baby hands and receive love, wafting toward you from all over the country and especially from the enormous hearts of your parents.
oh, probably-busy-and-stressed-out-readers, i invite you to take a minute of pure relaxation, and send thanks to the universe for the sweet and beautiful creation of life.
being infinitely thankful today,
andie.
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