Hello, October.

Saturday, Beau and I had breakfast together at Morg's, this fantastic little hole-in-the-wall diner in downtown Waterloo.  It's a big hit with the locals, and, well, after about a decade of calling the Cedar'loo' home, it's about time we start acting like locals.  On a typical morning, there's a line standing outside of Morg's.  Today was a typical morning.  To eat a little sooner, we sat at the bar facing the open kitchen and watched the staff fry eggs to perfection, pour pancake batter into plate-sized portions, and roast pot after pot of java.  We sat in sweatpants and shared each other's hashbrowns, pancakes, and ham like we did back in college.  It was that sleepy eyed, greasy kind of love you only get sitting in front of a cooler established in 1960.  It was sweet moment, and the biscuits and gravy were delicious.

On the way home, Beau asked what I wanted this weekend.   

"I want soup, cider, and pumpkins...and a baby."  I replied. 

Well, it's Sunday night and I can tell you I got three out of the four.  And I'll bet you can guess which one I didn't quite get accomplished.

Yes, another Sunday night without my little peanut.  Another Sunday night watching the Bears without a little cub snuggled up beside us.  Another Sunday night preparing for another week of school.  The list goes on.  Two days before my due date, anxious doesn't begin to describe how we are feeling right now.  I turned the calendar over to welcome October and saw three little words that completely define this month for us.  Our due date.  I can't believe we've made it to October, the month that will change our little life forever.  If I only knew what day...  

So, although there was no baby this weekend, there was October.

It came in the form of a stockpot of potatoes, celery, and onion boiling on the stovetop.  A hot bowl of potato soup, a cold Sam Adams (for the Beau of course), and some Asiago cheese bread in front of the TV watching the Hawks defeat Joe Pa once again. 

It came in the form of chocolate chip cookies.  Chewy, gooey, chocolate chip cookies that taste like heaven dunked in a glass of milk.

It came in the form of a travel mug filled with homemade cider, a lost offering check, and a banjo and yukalaylee playing All Creatures of Our God & King.  

It came in a walk through a park, a handful of gummy bears, and a visit from family.  

And it came in the form of a pumpkin.  

Maybe two pumpkins.  

October is here and before this month is over, we will have another little person in our lives.  A little baby boy that will change our lives forever.  It's not every day one gets to say that.