A couple of years ago, Don thought long and hard about what to get me for a Valentine's Day present. He put a lot of consideration into getting me something that I'd really like and use. He settled on a high-quality Henckels frying pan.
He's still hearing about it.
But this year, he got me something that made me start bawling right off the bat, and I'm talking tears of joy (and hormones):
He ordered personalized pacifiers for our impending tyke, three little nuggets of plastic and silicone that each have "Thud" inscribed on the front. From all of this naming business emerged Thud, courtesy of my dad, who suggested something Scandinavian, Viking-like, strong, like Thor, but with a unique twist. Thud! Perfect! So, that's what we've been calling him the last several months, though we do have the real name already picked out and buried deep in an anonymous field in far-flung Denmark.
It's terribly hard to describe, but when I saw these little things, it hit me in a funny place when I wasn't ready for it. And I've forgotten all about the frying pan.