Shooting Stars

This morning I woke up and Marshall opened the front door and went outside on the front lawn. When he came back in he tossed something at me in bed and said, "look a star fell out of the sky last night and landed in our yard!" Indeed it was a star. A fabric one, but it was a blue green colored star with black lace around it, which kind of made it rather funeral looking to me. Odd. There weren't any houses on our street with Christmas decorations up yet so it wasn't as if it blew off their house and into our yard. There really seemed to be no logical place for it to have come from, so I drew my own assumptions. Maybe it was from Nolan. At least that is what I'm going to believe and so I kept the star and put it on my dresser. Maybe it was nothing, but I believe in divine signs and because of that I'm going to believe it was a message from Nolan - our little shooting star that burned out long before his light could really shine.

Marshall and I had lunch today with my Dad at Kickback Jack's where we watched the first half of the Panther game with him. The Panthers were winning when we left and went home to watch the rest of the game. Surprisingly, they won! The Panthers beat the Redskins! I couldn't believe it. Finally, the Panthers won another game. That put Marshall in a good mood for the rest of the day, but I think the best part of the day came when he finally was able to feel the baby kick. Up until today, he had only tried and hadn't been able to actually feel the little guy but this afternoon he gave a pretty good kick and Marshall felt him. I was so excited for him as I know he just makes it more real for him. It's got to be hard being the Dad and feeling a bit disconnected from it all. So it is exciting when the Dad can finally have a bit more of a physical relationship with the baby, even if it is just by feeling the little guy kick through my stomach.