Weather and parties and Maeby the dog

There's been talk of snow today. The first day of March. It's a little unlikely, but it'd be pretty cool if it did. I wonder if you'll like hot weather like me or if you'll be more into the cold? My guess is, if you're hot natured like me, that you'll much rather the heat. So freeing to wear less and just let the sweat flow.

The sky is full of lightning as I type this (so beautiful) and your future dog, Maeby, is terrified. You'll like her. She's sweet and completely awkward, just like your mom and I. Thunder is clapping over and over, and she's curled into a tight little ball (which is no small feat for a big ol' dog like her). She'll probably knock you down as you're first learning to walk, because she'll think you're ready to play like she does. She just doesn't get it most of the time. She's elegant, but silly.

Your mom threw me a surprise birthday party last night. It was fun. My first ever surprise party. A few of your future friends were there too. Baby Kate and baby Isaiah slept through most of it, but they'll be old enough to hang out with you after you're born.

I'm sure they can't wait to meet you.