Your updates sound great! You sound like a great dad. That mystery note is really intriguing. You must have some idea who it could be from!! And a trip to Italy or Spain would be a wonderful experience, especially at this particular time in your life.
Thanks, Nicole! I appreciate the affirmation—I try really hard to be a good dad, especially to our youngest. I am so over the moon that he is here, and even though the pregnancy was unexpected, I did want another child anyway.
I do like the mystery note—it’s really sweet, and it totally changed my day. Didn’t expect it at all. Thing is, I have absolutely no clue who it could be from—I talk to a lot of people and say a lot of things in a given day / week, so I’m really at a loss.
I guess my question is—why is it ‘anonymous’? Why not just sign your name? Why the mystery?
I do hope to hear positive things back about the Italy trip. I’m sure W and I will have some sort of resolution (one way or the other) by the time wheels go up for that trip, so right now it’s my starting to build a better, more amazing life, and plan like W’s not going to be a part of it.
I also decided to download a Spanish language app for my school’s iPad (I use it a lot for personal stuff, too—teachers can download essentially any app we want, unlike our students, who have their access restricted), but this app is permitted by the school, and I figured if it’s good enough for our students to use, it’s good enough for me.
Living in SoCal, there are tons of Spanish-speaking people around, so I might as well better orient myself. Plus, I took 4 years of HS Spanish, I loved the subject, was pretty decent at it, more of it has ‘stuck’ in my memory than I really expected, it will give me a new skill / dimension, and hey....if W and I do split, perhaps it will help me with a Hispanic / Latina woman! (Fun, longer story for another day, but: Before I met W, when I was finishing grad school, I flew halfway across the country from my native OH to Denver, to meet a young woman I starting talking with online. She lived up in the Colorado Rockies, northwest of Boulder, and I spent a long weekend with her enjoying the best of Colorado. She was Salvadoran and Irish [what a mix!] and she was plenty lovely, a devout Catholic like me, so we clicked intellectually and spiritually. Honestly, it was one of the best weekends of my life, and though it didn’t work out with her, I would definitely do it again—no regrets at all, and it’s an amazing story to tell. I left a piece of my heart in Colorado, and I want to go back.)
