Sam-endipity

Okay, so you remember my lilac bush of a few posts ago? You should know that lilacs are absolutely my favorite flower. How can you not roll your eyes backwards in ecstasy at their smell? Don't get me wrong, I like roses just as much as the next girl. But I had never met a "next girl" like me until I met Ella's mommy. I remember when our families had first moved to town -- they were living in a University rental number just like us. Except Ella's mommy was lucky enough to live next door to an insane lilac crop. The spring she lived there, she fell into a transcendent state telling me all about it. Never had I met someone else who, like me, flouted all girly stereotypes and declared from the rooftops that lilacs were her favorite, for rilly reals.

We O'Neals have lived in our house for three springs now, and each spring, my solitary and towering lilac bush has delayed its blooming until May 1st, to the day. Our new friend Sam used his Jedi mind-powers from inside the womb to arrange it differently. He conjured some kind of crazy global warming such that this year, the blossoms of my lilac bush unfurled the day he was born, a full 1-1/2 weeks early. Baby Sam arranged this because he knew I would lop off a bunch of stems and bring them in a vase to stink up his mommy's hospital room. Not even born yet and already a charmer, this one.

And seriously, he is a charmer. We can attest.



Sam squeaked at Isaac and Jacob, repeatedly, and they talked about it for hours afterwards, raving that it was the cutest thing they'd ever heard.



And have you seen all that hair? We can all tell you from experience that it is so soft. We can only hope his big sister is up to the task of bestowing upon it all the kisses in the universe.



(note: pictures all shamelessly stolen from Ella's mommy)