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Category: It Was Awesome

When it Rains

This was going to be a much different post, when I set out to write it a couple of weeks ago. It was going to be about fear, and gratitude. It was going to be about moving houses, and about leaving the neighbors who’d become mentors to us, and about becoming a part of a new community where the kids run out the door to meet playmates who appear in an instant. It was going to be about stepping out of our comfort zone, and about stepping into a home where David can work in peace. It was going to be about the discomfort of knowing that this might not be our forever home after all (we shall see. Talk to me after we plant some trees and get some paint on the walls), but also about the thrill of driving along the waters of the wide creek that meanders around our neighborhood as we make the turns toward our house. That’s what this post was going to be about. You know, life, and all the change that comes with moving forward. And then. We settled on both houses on Friday, March 28th (and if you…

Makes it Even Better

One of my most favorite things in the world is to tell my mother good news. It’s not the news itself–and by news, I mean an achievement, like a promotion, or great new job–that is the awesome part, it’s Mom’s reaction to the news that gets me every. single. time. It goes a little something like this: You call Mom. Mom answers the phone. You tell Mom the good news. Mom bursts into an immediate, all-out laugh-slash-whoop: Wha-ha-HOO! It’s loud and instinctual and one of the most genuinely happy sounds I have ever heard in my life. Seriously, you have to hear it sometimes. One of the ways I knew she really loved David was when he told her some news one time and got the same reaction. Wha-ha-HOO! It’s one of the best sounds in the world. In the last three weeks, eleven-month-old Cian Xavier has broken his first four teeth. He is crawling around and up and over and into anything he can get his four limbs wedged into: the storage drawer beneath the oven…

Well, You’d Get Sappy, Too

I was feeding Cian tonight in his bedroom, listening to the girls in the living room below (living in an open floor-plan split-level: so easy to eavesdrop!). They were curled up on the loveseat together, paging through a photo album like two old ladies looking through black-and-white photographs of their youth. The album contained pictures from about two years ago (which was probably the last time I actually had real photos printed out, but you’re the same way, right?), and Saoirse was just talking Quinn through them, telling her stories, explaining who each person was. And as I listened, I heard them talking back and forth in quiet, calm voices, reminiscing and asking questions, and it was exactly–exactly–how I imagine them talking in 30, 40–or yes, when they’re old ladies and I’m long (*sniff*) gone–years. I can’t really explain how I felt right then. Happy, yes, because there’s nothing like hearing your children have one of those moments when they’re in their own private bubble, content. Proud, because David and I are raising two kind, smart…