In the month since the last entry you went to Wind River Reservation for the first time, testing software for my interface design class. Crawford my Arapaho Dad gave us cedar that smells good in a red bag with a ribbon, and his sweet wife Jackie gave us a beautiful abalone shell to burn it in. Uncle Kelson came with us to take photographs and see Native America for the first time.
My tummy is really starting to pooch out with you, and when I see the pregnant curve in the mirror I am excited you are coming. At night when Daddy rubs my tummy he sends you colored warm fuzzies, his fingers just inches away from you. We are both so excited you are coming!
Your name has been Bubble ever since we saw your Bubble-like picture on the ultrasound. You are just days away from being in the 2nd trimester now -- yay that you are hanging on! I really hope my peaceful times meditating in the hot tub are good for you, not bad.
If you still have angel buddies, please ask them to help our job situations. Maybe it would be great if Rosetta Stone wants me to work there. Maybe it would be best if Daddy becomes an engineer. If you can, Bubble, please ask Mom and others to make our life simpler in happy, bountiful ways.
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