Friday, November 17, 2017

Packing.

We're up late. Packing for our next adventure. I didn't realize it until tonight but there is something that I love about the familiarity that we share when packing up to travel. Both of us wandering around the room, opening draws, thoughtfully considering exactly what we'll bring. Offering suggestions that have already been considered. Traveling is something we have always done, right from the beginning. It was sweet, tonight. Impressing each other with how efficient we are this time around.

Piper was packing alongside us, too. She filled her new backpack up as full as it could possibly go. After she fell asleep, I emptied it to see if I could fit something of hers inside, and it was such a delight to see what she had included:


Honestly the amount of items she fit into her small bag is quite impressive! But it is such a reflection off her. A couple of shirts she likes. Slippers from grandma deb. Birthday candles to celebrate her actual birthday on Monday. Her new toy. A picture of her family. Her little Bible. Pens for art. and Nora's sparkly dress. She actually scolded me for dumping Nora's dress out because "it was a surprise for Nora" that she packed it. This picture doesn't even include the small wall decor she wanted to bring. She loves decorating and making things beautiful. She loved packing up and preparing for a trip with her parents.


And it was just the sweetest thing and as I looked at it, I felt that it was almost like a little time capsule of my little Piper, and I had to share it :)


Monday, November 13, 2017

"Become a Mother"

If you wish to be destroyed
Completely destroyed.
Become a mother.

Every crisis
In every corner
In every part of the world
Will become personal to you

Because it will involve someone’s baby.
and you know what it feels like to have and love 
And lay down your own life for a baby
And you cannot
For the life of you
Imagine what the mother is going through,
As her baby is hurt.
Injured.
gone.

And over and over
Your heart will be crushed
Because to be a mom
Is to share and to know the grief
Of the whole world.
.
.
.
.

If you wish to know joy
Complete joy.
Become a mother.

Every triumph
In every corner
In every part of the world
Will become personal to you.

Because it will involve someone’s baby.
And you know what it feels like to have and love 
And lay down your own life for a baby.
And you cannot
For the life of you
Stop imagining the elation that mother is feeling
As her baby wins the gold medal.
Falls in love.
Says yes to life.

And over and over
Your heart will soar.
Because to be a mom
Is to share and to know the joy

Of the whole world.


A Murder Mystery

On Friday our friends hosted a 1920s themed Murder Mystery dinner. My parents ended up offering to let us use their home because it matched the time period, and it was honestly just smashing! You can't see it in the pictures, but the whole place had a jazz club/prohibition era vibe with red lights and jazz music and gosh, it was so fun!


Josh and I were Felix & Edith Fontano. Club owners. 





Our friend Kyle who is a professional photographer took all of these amazing black and white images. They are so fun and really captured the night well!



This is Amy. She planned the whole night and made it truly special and fun for everyone. She has a gift for that and I am so grateful for her!












It was really interesting getting ready and leaving for this event. We were both so dressed up and when I walked out in my dress, the girls almost audibly gasped. They were thrilled. I wondered what it would feel like to watch your mom and dad leave for something like that? Like as a little girl, to see  we are having fun together and dressing up together and anyway. I don't know. Maybe they were just like, 'cool sequins mom' and it didn't mean anything at all. But it meant something to me that they got to watch us leave hand in hand. 

The idea that "this is exactly what I hoped my adult friendships would look like" was something that kept coming to mind that night as well. I don't really have or remember seeing many examples of adult friendships in my life, beyond siblings and natural family relationships. but here I have this wonderful group of people who can be silly together, and still really truly be there for one another. Obviously there are varying degrees of closeness because intimate friendships can't really be spread very thin, it defeats the very idea of intimacy, right? But here we are having fun. Sharing life. These are the people who would bring me meals in a crisis - no, people who have brought me meals. Who have watched my children. Who have asked me about my marriage, my heart, my dreams. It feels really wonderful, you know? To have good friends. I'm hanging onto it and treasuring it and taking a moment to say, this thing we all have is very rare, and very fragile (because this is a lot of perfectly imperfect people, right?) and honestly just very, very good.