While we were up in Maine, we visited a coffee shop in downtown Bar Harbor that had a full selection of fancy pants coffee drinks, and then offered a selection of board games (most from the early 90s) to play with while you got your caffeine on.
Chris and I ended up sitting at a modified desk, playing Trivial Pursuit. And then we noticed the desk had a drawer.
"What's in there?" I asked as he grabbed the drawer pull and carefully opened the drawer that was crammed with slips of paper.
"Looks like ... notes? Like people wrote notes and left them in here?"
Each of us took a fistful of white, crinkled paper and read what others had left behind. It was like PostSecret in a drawer. There were papers with drawings of people's homes, and their dogs with floppy hats, or their boyfriends wearing bikinis. (True. More than one of those, which cracked me up.) Notes stained with coffee and Scrabble tallies and the words "I WON!" in all caps. Notes with people's favorite quotes. Notes with secrets. Notes with the words "I'm leaving him tomorrow" written in tiny, hesitant print in the bottom left hand corner.
We had only told our close friends and family about the baby. We hadn't let a word whisper out otherwise. But we wanted to leave our secret in this drawer, because we knew it was only a few more days until we were going to tell the world.
So I scrawled a picture on a slip of paper and tucked it tight into the drawer. And left it, buried with all the other mysteries.
This past fall, Chris and I visited Bar Harbor again. BSparl was spending the weekend with my mother, and we were taking our first weekend away as "parents." We went back to that same coffee shop and - just for kicks - checked the same desk drawer to see if our secret was still there.
Now this paper is in her baby book.
When we wrote this, I was in the beginning of my diabetic pregnancy. And now, I'm a very happy and healthy mommy, despite all the challenges of diabetes and baby building. We did it, she and I.
I hope BSparl is tolerant of how goofy her parents are. And how much we loved her, even before we met her.