Remember how, when Bart and I did that crazy little High School Musical number, I mentioned that my family is very much about doing things the right way?
This tendency extends to many other sorts of things like Christmas. Bikes unwrapped under the tree? I should say not! Instead, we’d find an envelope under the tree, containing the end of a piece of clear thread that winds through the house and garage, around the backyard, across the street, and finally to the neighbors’ front room.
I remember clearly when I was about ten, we were having family home evening and my mom suggested that, for dessert, we get some ice cream cones from Dairy Queen. My dad ran out to get them and twenty minutes later, we were all sitting around the kitchen table, eating our ice cream. After a while, I hit something hard with my tongue. It felt like ice and it was clear, so I ignored it until I realized it wasn’t melting. I grabbed the end of it with my fingers and tugged it out of my ice cream – it was a little laminated piece of paper with the “#5” written on it.
I showed it to my family and ventured a guess that it was a table number at Dairy Queen and it must have accidentally gotten dropped into my cone. My family agreed it was likely and the conversation turned to something else.
Until one of my sisters found a “coming” piece in her cone. Surprised, now, we turned on the other sister, demanding that she search her cone for a laminated piece as well.
She found one – it said “is.”
“#5 is coming?” Could that mean. . . .
It did indeed mean that my parents were expecting their fifth child.
Similarly, when they’d announced #4, we’d gone on a treasure hunt around the house and yard, collecting letters and then a board to assemble the letters on which announced the good news.
So, yes, you can imagine that when the time does come to announce that we’re expecting a baby, a phone call simply will not cut it.
And even though I am currently not pregnant or planning to be in the very near future, I am always trying to figure out a good way to announce it when it does happen.