We will be finding out the sex of the baby but not for about another month. For now what I can confidently say that the sex doesn’t matter this time around. It doesn’t matter because either way this baby is coming out a bright red ripe tomato.
There isn’t a meal we have eaten in the past couple weeks that hasn’t included a tomato.
The photo above is a typical lunch for me right now. A light rye WASA cracker, a little olive oil mayo, half a slice of provolone and a freshly sliced tomato. Yum!
I have always loved tomatoes. Ever since picking tomatoes right out of my Grandma Ione’s garden, I have loved tomatoes. But now my love for tomatoes has escalated to a need for tomatoes.
This baby may not actually be a tomato, but I would bet good money he or she will love tomatoes like I do. We have that in common already. Michael may have Tim’s eyes. Patrick loves buttons just like his dad. But this baby, no matter what he or she looks like or likes to play with, and I will always have tomatoes!