Day 97: Putting in for a baby

"So I say we just put in for a baby and take whatever we get."  We're in Target, in the baseball aisle, and I turn quickly knocking down three wiffle bats.  Are we finally having this conversation?

"But if it's a boy, at least I know we can play catch.  If it's a girl, she might get hit in the head.You know how girls catch."  I make a mental note to be angry at this comment, but not right now.  Because he's finally talking about adopting.  Not in a casual maybe-someday kind of way.  But not in a cozy come-here-and-let's-snuggle-while-we-talk kind of way either.  I'll take what I can get.

We're close to buying a house.  This is a big deal.  Rich never had a house growing up- it was one rental after another.  His family moved almost every year.  He said he never put down roots.  He never hung onto friendships.  Because it hurt to much to move again and start over.  And when we raise a family, he wants to do it right.  So all this avoidance that I've thought to be reluctance is really just him wanting to be the kind of man who can give a child a home.  And for the 97th time, I look at him in a new way.  I see a part of this man that I didn't see yesterday. 

So, yes, we'll be putting in for a baby.  And we'll take whatever we get.