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Four

Our Saoirse Kate turns four today. Four. It’s been four years since our house filled with light, since it swelled up with pride, since the walls started echoing with the kind of laughter that bubbles up from the inside until it has to burst out, out through the windows and up through the sky because hey, world, she is here and she is perfect and she is ours. But she is not ours. It has become so clear over these past few years that we are only blessed enough to know her, to try to shape her as best we can, because even as we chase her around the house, and read books to her at night, and hug her when she comes running out of her classroom for us, and only us, she is not ours. She is growing, rising taller and taller, out of our grasp and through our fingers until up she goes, away. This sweet child has a soul of something absolutely pure. She listens. She remembers. She dances and draws and creates stories as she pushes her little trains around the floor. She asks for crab legs for dinner, and shrimp with Old…

And Many More

Monday was my birthday.  I turned 35, fully entrenching myself into an age I could never quite picture.  Me?  Thirty-FIVE?!   I’m the age I used to think was so ooollllddd.  As in, orthopedic shoes and beauty shop curls old.  But, alas, here I am.  I have arrived, people.  And while you’ll find no perma-curls on my head, instead, at 35, I’m at the age where: I’ve begun to realize that the picture I have of myself in my head does not match the face I see in the mirror.  The face I see has some wrinkles now, and I’ve begun doing that pulling-back-on-my-skin thing I always saw my mom and aunt do.  And I ask:  once your jawline disappears, where does it go, exactly? I can no longer pretend that I’m “just” out of my 20s. More so, I’ve realized that the 20s weren’t really that great.  The 20s were a lot of insecurity and spaghetti-and-Ragu and finding my path in the world and Saturday morning hangovers and accruing student loans at a rate…