Seems that a couple of decades ago our son "adopted" a couple of baby boys.
And Leland Sam.
They shared Jeff's childhood bed and joined him on his romps and "fatherhood" was a lot more like "big brotherhood" back then.
When the days of childish play had ended, I gathered up Cecil and Leland and tucked them safely away.
They silently waited with other gentle memory pieces; tiny socks and booties and jammies that our son outgrew during those few short weeks of his life as a tiny newborn.
He didn't stay "tiny" for long...
A baby shower so often is a time to give baby gifts to the mother-to-be.
This shower was to have a gift for the father-to-be as well.
Before such a party began yesterday, I called our son to open the gift addressed to "Luke's Dad".
That address caught him a bit off guard. It sounded so old to him.
Funny, I can barely remember when I wasn't "Jeff's Mom"....and smiled as I was introduced as such to the young women who attended the afternoon baby shower.
The card noted that we thought that Jeff was going to make a great dad...for real this time.
He was a bit puzzled by those last words.
Moments later...he got it.
The fact that the adoption papers were still to be found amazed him.
The ladies who had arrived for the shower were amazed that the dolls were still in such good shape.
(A good long soak in oxyclean and some gently scrubbing removed all the grime that had a record of their much loved earlier days).
The boys are ready for playtime again, waiting patiently, as they have for so long, and keeping watch from the crib.
Waiting with us all for the day when their new playmate Luke will arrive.