Dear Matt and Nicole (the 1999 version)*,
It occurred to me yesterday while furniture shopping that I wish I could talk to you guys. First of all, I must say that I’m surprised by how young you look…I guess a lot can happen in 10 years. More accurately, I guess, a lot can happen in 7 years. You should probably brace yourselves for this: did you realize that between 2002 and 2007, you’ll add 3 children to your family, all of them boys?
I know. It’s a lot to take in at once (Nicole, this is an appropriate time to be thankful for not being one of those women who always dreamed of having a daughter). But we just wanted you to appreciate your life right now in 1999, enjoying new married life. It’s not that 2009 is bad…quite on the contrary, it is amazing and wonderful and crazy to be the parents of three. Emphasis on the crazy, and that’s what prompted this letter.
We took all three boys with us today to the furniture store. We’re desperately in need of a new mattress** and though we should have just gone to a mattress store, instead we went to a furniture store. In fact, the same store (different location) that you went to when you were shopping for your first couch (you know the one – the one Nicole had to plead for after the wedding when Matt wanted to keep the nasty Goodwill hide-a-bed couch indefinitely and just invest the money). Anyway, in addition to looking at mattresses, we told the boys that we could look at bunk beds, because they’re probably going to get some in the near future. This led to much running and breathless excitement and “can I please climb the ladder and see the top bunk?”. Things weren’t going too badly, so we pushed it and headed into another room to look at dining room furniture.
And that’s where it all broke loose. I don’t know exactly what was going on, as I was actually trying to look at tables and chairs (imagine that), but somewhere along the line Bennett (he’s your middle child; I can’t wait for you to meet him) was pulling Luke through the store, and Luke told on him. When I asked Bennett why he was doing that, he said it was because Luke told him to do it…enter sheepish look on Luke’s face. I told all three boys to put their hands in their pockets and not take them out (Jack Henry required a bit of help with this), and we headed out of the store, mercifully without breaking anything.
So, when you’re out furniture shopping, and you can’t make up your mind, know that you have the luxury of returning to the store whenever you please without children having to take a bathroom break, needing to be disciplined, or trying out every mattress in the place. Enjoy it. At this point, I’m nearly willing to set a price limit and call a mattress store and have them deliver something sight unseen.
Matt and Nicole (the 2009 – almost 2010 – version)
*inspired by the sweet Brad Paisley song called “Letter to Me.”
**any helpful advice on things you love/hate about your mattress would be much appreciated! Anyone have a Eurotop?