my bags are packed

my bags are all packed...
waiting to go on the biggest adventure of my life.
don't know departure time... it's kind of still up in the air.
david is the only person who can decide this.

who is david you ask?

well this is one of my most exciting blogs because i get to tell you about david.
he is the other man in my life.

i have known him for nine months now... but have not officially met him yet. that is why i am so excited about this adventure... i will finally gaze into his eyes and officially tell him i love him.

ok, before your jaws hit the floor as you all jump to shock thinking i am cheating on my wonderful husband arthur... i will break this little game up and tell you whats really going on.

i am due any day with our firstborn son... david.

as i sit here... wondering when he will decide to come into this world... i am thinking about a lot of things... his future (i want to buy latin tapes so he can listen to them in his nursery... so his future medical schooling will go easier)... his life (starting his life off living in healthy and wonderful armenia surrounded by such wonderful people) and all those that will love and support him. i thank GOD for all the blessings that david will be born with.

and i must say that i want him to know.

the one overwhelming desire... the one thing that has been on the lips of our ancestors for the last millenium is a free, independent and united armenia. it is a miracle that we have this today and i just hope that david partakes in this historic moment in the history of the armenian people. i hope he will contribute to its health, and receive of its fruit. my desire for him is to appreciate that today we have what our people have wanted for thousands of years... and that he should cherish each square centimeter that we call ours.

i miss armenia. los angeles is very nice and i am happy to be with my family for this very special occasion... in warm weather... with my mom... where i grew up... this was important for us... but i do miss my life back in yerevan. i cannot wait to introduce david to all i know and love there... i cannot wait to share my vision of what armenia is... and what it can be... i cannot wait till he learns his first armenian nursery rhyme... or understands his first toumanian fairytale... i cannot wait to raise an armenian.

but for now david is telling me to wait a little longer... ready to burst, we are sitting around waiting for a departure time... bags are packed... we are waiting for david to decide.

will fill you in as events progress...