Wednesday, October 27, 2010
This Must Be What Normalcy Feels Like.
It occurred to me last week, as I was running errands with Cecilia on my hip that this might be the beginning of the rest of my life. I liked it, it felt good. To make small talk with my community and have there be nothing "special" about me... For the last year of my life whenever I've gone somewhere I've been pregnant (and that's a big fuss), or I've had a newborn baby (and that's an even bigger fuss) or I've been preparing for a wedding (and that's a fuss of a different nature!). However now there's no fanfare, I'm just myself and it's so nice. I think I might have been waiting my whole life to have this feeling.
It's a feeling of being settled. Of being Home. Of setting roots deep into the soil, into my family and into myself. It's learning the cycles of planting garlic, of planting a garden, of enriching the dirt with poop. It's knowing my farmer. Knowing my banker. Knowing my midwife. It's holding hands with my husband across the dinner table every night and knowing he'll be there to hold onto in the middle of the night, or in the mid-morning, or in the mid-afternoon. It's contentment sprinkled atop a spoonful of honey. I'm feeling so thankful that I am settled into this home with these people surrounding me.
It's a feeling of being settled. Of being Home. Of setting roots deep into the soil, into my family and into myself. It's learning the cycles of planting garlic, of planting a garden, of enriching the dirt with poop. It's knowing my farmer. Knowing my banker. Knowing my midwife. It's holding hands with my husband across the dinner table every night and knowing he'll be there to hold onto in the middle of the night, or in the mid-morning, or in the mid-afternoon. It's contentment sprinkled atop a spoonful of honey. I'm feeling so thankful that I am settled into this home with these people surrounding me.
Monday, October 11, 2010
In Two Words: Thank You!
Oh wow. wow wow wow.
I'm feeling so thankful, so loved, so blessed, and so wowed...
For the greatest moment of joy I've ever known.
For tearful loving embraces and affirmations of us.
For coming out 200 strong.
For the most incredible kitchen staff.
For the very most helpful friends.
For Rafi.
For Cecilia.
For everything being beautiful and effortless.
For my Mothers and Fathers and Siblings.
For my new Mothers and Fathers and Siblings.
For the grace and elegance of David Hopkins.
For Devon's beautiful cake toppers and Elizabeth's decadently delicious triple chocolate cake.
For everyone who couldn't be there!
For no one pitching a hissy fit.
For the beautiful sunlight and hike.
For being married!
For Lindy Weston, who was my right hand design consultant through all of this.
For dancing and dancing and dancing!
For FANTASTIC music.
For a lovely, lovely poem.
For 3 quarts of water through the night.
For feeding you all myself with my own recipes.
For a lot of leftover Tide Mill Chicken.
For taking a bath with my family when we got home.
For Bergen Bagels for breakfast.
For everyone driving so far home today.
For Love, SWEET LOVE.
I'm feeling so thankful, so loved, so blessed, and so wowed...
For the greatest moment of joy I've ever known.
For tearful loving embraces and affirmations of us.
For coming out 200 strong.
For the most incredible kitchen staff.
For the very most helpful friends.
For Rafi.
For Cecilia.
For everything being beautiful and effortless.
For my Mothers and Fathers and Siblings.
For my new Mothers and Fathers and Siblings.
For the grace and elegance of David Hopkins.
For Devon's beautiful cake toppers and Elizabeth's decadently delicious triple chocolate cake.
For everyone who couldn't be there!
For no one pitching a hissy fit.
For the beautiful sunlight and hike.
For being married!
For Lindy Weston, who was my right hand design consultant through all of this.
For dancing and dancing and dancing!
For FANTASTIC music.
For a lovely, lovely poem.
For 3 quarts of water through the night.
For feeding you all myself with my own recipes.
For a lot of leftover Tide Mill Chicken.
For taking a bath with my family when we got home.
For Bergen Bagels for breakfast.
For everyone driving so far home today.
For Love, SWEET LOVE.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Pre-Wedding Jitters?
If it's 2:51 am two days before you're getting married to your beloved is that pre-wedding jitters, or just an over-active mama mind? I probably would sleep through the night a lot better if it were not for a certain cute someone becoming ravenous around 1:30 am. So I lay there and nurse and that's when the mind starts going....
I still have to sweep the floors. We didn't grind the coffee for the reception yet. Shit, I forgot to take the food out of the freezer. We still have to carve that great big turkey. The Dishes, unloading the dishwasher, loading the dishwasher, washing all those giant bowls covered in pesto that I simply had no time to wash today. The ladies from Brooklyn could be arriving soon. I want to see them. I hope they don't find any moose. I'm sure they're fine. I'll call them and maybe just wash the dishes and sort of wait for them to arrive. I am really wanting to see them. Oh no, I have a sore throat. Ceci has a wet diaper. The laundry needs to be cycled. I guess I'll get up and do as much as possible. The toilets need to be scrubbed.
I still have to sweep the floors. We didn't grind the coffee for the reception yet. Shit, I forgot to take the food out of the freezer. We still have to carve that great big turkey. The Dishes, unloading the dishwasher, loading the dishwasher, washing all those giant bowls covered in pesto that I simply had no time to wash today. The ladies from Brooklyn could be arriving soon. I want to see them. I hope they don't find any moose. I'm sure they're fine. I'll call them and maybe just wash the dishes and sort of wait for them to arrive. I am really wanting to see them. Oh no, I have a sore throat. Ceci has a wet diaper. The laundry needs to be cycled. I guess I'll get up and do as much as possible. The toilets need to be scrubbed.
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