Monday evening, my wife, Liz, and I took the kids out to dinner. We had some exciting news to share with them.
Wait. What actually happened was my wife had some exciting news to share with the kids and I. Why I didn’t already know about the news is a whole different story.
Anyway, there we were huddled together in the restaurant’s booth. My wife pulls out her iPhone and a folded piece of paper. “I want you and the kids to open it together,” she explains. She starts recording me and the kids to see our reaction with her phone.
The kids watched closely as I unfolded the nondescript 8.5x11 and scanned the contents. Inside was an illustration my wife, the clever Microsoft Word designer that she is, created for us.
This is how my dearest told us that Number 3 is on the way.
Let’s break this down:
- I’m the Apple Plus Pro (far left)
- My wife is the Apple Pro SE (beside me)
- My daughter is the Apple S Plus (right of middle)
- My son is the Apple S (far right)
- The new Edition is the New Apple SE (still in alpha)
We’re overjoyed. Our youngest, Jude, is six years old. Our kids have often said they want another sibling. They are taking sides already about whether they want the baby to be a boy or a girl. I don’t have a personal preference.
Liz is a little nervous but also very happy. She and I were just beginning to feel comfortable in our normal family affairs. Our kids are old enough to be interesting and playful, like cool little people — less like infants that you need to watch like a hawk.
It really does feel magical every time the family grows.