I am pumping at the Tampa rental car waiting room. The things we do for our babies. And yes, I think I’ve got this down to a fine art.
Pictured: 3-6 month outfit, 3-6 month baby
Years and years ago, my mama made me this plate. On it are painted the lyrics “dreams are nothing more than wishes and a wish is just a dream… A wish to come true,” from my favorite movie, You’ve Got Mail.
I grabbed it randomly the other day to corral some of hunt’s stuff on the coffee table, and it just struck me how fitting it is.
He’s always been my biggest wish. And now that it’s come true, I realize how very, very small my wish was in scope. I could have never imagined him. I could have never dreamed him. I could never count my blessings quite enough to say thank you for him.
That’s got to be the best kind of wish out there.
It must be impossible to love someone more.
He did not love me for this.
Whaddup baby Dino
Hunter is going as a triceratops for Halloween. He’s been fascinated by the sewing process.
Hunter in the bed and the mama said ROLLLL OVER
I will be doing this this time of year for the next decade. It’s a good thing I like sewing.
I’m having a hard time keeping up with all my responsibilities right now, in what I expect is classic new m fashion.
So let me run you through what’s happening, with apologies for how blank this space sometimes is. In three weeks, Bill starts his new job. In two weeks, he finishes his last day as an active duty Marine. In two weeks, he will escort me to the battalion Marine Corps ball as a Reservist based out of Miami.
In two weeks, we will go find a new home.
In two weeks, he will move into corporate housing.
In ? weeks, we will be in the new-home-we-don’t-yet-have.
In four weeks, I have to be up here for a work event.
In five weeks, we travel to Cleveland for thanksgiving.
In ? weeks, I will oversee our move out of here, the painting and extermination of our new home, the production of Christmas, the finding of a new nanny, the settling into a new rhythm, the purchasing of a new car, the unpacking and decorating, the complete relocation of our lives.
There are a lot of ? in our plans right now. Which means, being me, I need a plan a through c for every option.
We don’t always fair stress well, and despite having our own storybook marriage, we fight like anybody and stick to our guns and make unreasonable claims and desperate decisions and type a proclamations and the like. But we also have warm hands, warm eyes, warm faces, and warm hearts: the things that keep marriages and families building strongly forward through thick and thin. Nothing we are going through right now constitutes thin, but it’s not exactly easy, either.
So in the midst of all of this - this family planning tornado (dear Marine Corps, I HATE BEING NOVEMBER MOVERS), I’m completely overcome with happiness. How did I get so lucky? How did my family become so strong?
We surround ourselves with the people we love, the things we love, and the ideas we love. And they keep us going, hold us up, and prove our blessings so much we could just cry in thanks. And if I weren’t so busy dealing with the move, I’m sure I could. But until then, my heart just overflows. All of these logistics and difficulties and not-perfect solutions to a smattering of problems, and all I can do is count my blessings.
I can’t imagine a better life, a better husband, a more perfect child. Now if we could all just find the right house.