happy second birthday to my bird. my second baby. my daughter. inside this last year i watched you become janet. my fiery, determined, brilliant baby girl. while this last year has certainly been a weird one (remind me to tell you about the worldwide pandemic one day) .
happy golden birthday to my sun – a boy with a personality as bright and bouncy as his hair! hunter you are sweet, hilarious, and more thoughtful than i ever knew a little boy could be.
as we shove along into a new year and a new decade i decided to hell with a resolution. for this coming season i am focusing on a vibe. i am reconnecting with my internal energy. bunkering in. grounding down. getting in touch with what i feel and why i feel it.
these were the books i (for the most part) enjoyed in 2019. any suggestions on books i should add to my stack for 2020?
there was no awareness of the moment while it was happening.
life simply moved on.
life can be brutal like that.
i wish i could somehow show this photo to myself ten years ago.
“chill. you will find a GORGEOUS man. a good man. and you will have a baby boy with curly blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes. and they will both love you so much that they root for the mets.
to my hunny on your second birthday,
two. oh my. my boy, my heart, my world. you are two. how can this be? on one hand i can hardly believe two whole years have passed since we met. on the other it seems like an entire lifetime ago when it was just me and baba and snoop dogg.
twenty four months ago i gave birth to our son. eight months ago i brought our daughter into the world. seven months ago i started training. and in five days i am running the new jersey marathon.
this morning… while eating handfuls of banana chips and playing with his little people toys… my almost two year old stopped dead in his tracks. he looked up… smiled, waved, and said “hi!”
there are many lies new parents are told. one of the most popular, aside from, “you can sleep when the baby sleeps,” is “it only gets harder from here. you will miss these days when they are older.” each time i hear this lie… and i hear it a lot… i have to physically bite my tongue to stop myself from replying with a firm, “shove it up your ass.”