Waitin' on a woman (and a girl)

My mom used to drive my dad crazy as she was always and forever late. She'd come home late from work, she'd be the last one in the car for family trips or even to go to church. She always had one more thing to do, one more thing to get, to search for, to unplug, to turn off. I can even remember her doing her nails in the car once, as in painting them. That's no easy task. My dad would wait, sometimes patiently, sometimes impatiently, sweating, pacing, not wanting to be late as he was always on military time, which is about 10 minutes early to everything. It drove him mad and at the same time I know he found it deeply endearing. He would wait in the car and honk the horn which made her crazy, she'd run around frantic and then I think at certain times she'd slow down even more just to maybe piss him off a little. In a loving way of course. He was always the first one showered and dressed for wherever we were off to and like I said he could sweat in below zero weather so nine times of ten he'd pace and sweat a little, always wiping his brow with a look of, "geez Mar, what is taking sooo long" frustration.

I headed to Slingerlands this afternoon with my wonderfully supportive sister-in-law and nephew in tow for a level 2 ultrasound. They needed to check for some genetic disorders and while I know this is fairly routine, as it seems to happen to everyone I know and happened to me when I was pregnant with Luke, to say I was not a tad nervous would be a lie. We're leaving for Maine this weekend which I am so incredibly anxious for and at the same time once again saddened with the fact that my dad isn't here to see Luke kick his feet in the crashing surf. So while driving into work this morning thinking of all of this and thankful for all that I have I heard this song. I was listening and thinking my dad could so relate and was smiling and laughed a little, and then the last bit of lyrics were sung and I almost had to pull over. I was bawling, nose running, tears streaming. It felt good to cry and it felt sad at the same time. It also felt comforting, like my dad was telling me, "she's not ready yet, she's still got things to do and I can wait. I might be pacing the halls of heaven but she's worth waiting for."

So we'll enjoy the sand and surf next week and think of you.

Now to the delicious news of the day and to end on a high-note, we're waitin' on a girl!!! Eek. A healthy, kicking, active little girl scheduled to arrive in mid October.

A girl.






Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall
He sat down in his overalls and asked me
You waitin' on a woman
I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you
He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been
Waitin' on a woman

When I picked her up for our first date
I told her I'd be there at eight
And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty
She said I'm sorry that I took so long
Didn't like a thing that I tried on
But let me tell you son she sure looked pretty
Yeah she'll take her time but I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

He said the wedding took a year to plan
You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous
Waitin' on a woman
And then he nudged my arm like old men do
And said, I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it
Waitin' on a woman

And I don't guess we've been anywhere
She hasn't made us late I swear
Sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it
Boy it's just a fact of life
It'll be the same with your young wife
Might as well go on and get used to it
She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

I've read somewhere statistics show
The man's always the first to go
And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready
So when it finally comes my time
And I get to the other side
I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any
I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman