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Monday, June 25, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
happy handfasting!
two of the loveliest people i have the honor of knowing, my cousin and her betrothed, are tying the knot tomorrow on the island my mother's family calls home: newfoundland.
i am not on that island right now. but i am sort of on an island. my kitchen island. it's more of a peninsula really, because one part is attached to the wall. it's hot in here and feels rather tropical, and i'm drinking a frosty beverage. billy is out for the night at a ball game and the baby is asleep. so i kind of feel like i'm on vacation. just not the right vacation. i wish i was in newfoundland.
newfoundland is kind of a magical place. i mean, coming from an outsider. i've only been there once, even though it's where half of my blood began. it has this way of pulling on you, newfoundland does. it seems so ancient and forlorn, but steadfast and beautiful. the little fisherman villages and coves are at once sad and hopeful. vulnerable and strong. it's the kind of place that makes your breath catch heavy in your throat. the kind of place you expect you might find fairies. which is funny, because every time anyone meets my cousin for the first time that's always what they say to me. she looks like a fairy! i always respond by saying that that's because she kind of is one.
kayla and kevin don't live in newfoundland anymore, and i know it wasn't the easiest for them to get there even if it was for their wedding. but it certainly is the right place. it's just them. they are two of the most fascinating people i know. probably because they are different than most people i know. as long as i have known kayla- her whole life- she has always marched to the beat of her own drum. she was born gorgeous, defiant, wonderful, and headstrong, and has remained that way. i obviously haven't known kevin his whole life, but i would describe him very much the same. except i would take out gorgeous and replace it with "hairy". other than that, everything else still works. although their personal beliefs are slightly different from mine, and very different from most, i find that they live what they believe 100%. they are the most genuine people i know. i admire them and respect them to the utmost.
there is nothing that i want more than to be in attendance at the pagan handfasting of my dear cousin and her hairy beloved tomorrow. i imagine that if i was there i would be dancing with bare feet to iron and wine while drinking entirely too much of it. i'm sorry that i'm missing one of the most special of days, but i hope these words find you both and in them my presence will be felt. kayla and kevin, you have lived through nightmares together and come out of them holding hands. your love is just like newfoundland. i know you'll weather all the storms.
i am not on that island right now. but i am sort of on an island. my kitchen island. it's more of a peninsula really, because one part is attached to the wall. it's hot in here and feels rather tropical, and i'm drinking a frosty beverage. billy is out for the night at a ball game and the baby is asleep. so i kind of feel like i'm on vacation. just not the right vacation. i wish i was in newfoundland.
newfoundland is kind of a magical place. i mean, coming from an outsider. i've only been there once, even though it's where half of my blood began. it has this way of pulling on you, newfoundland does. it seems so ancient and forlorn, but steadfast and beautiful. the little fisherman villages and coves are at once sad and hopeful. vulnerable and strong. it's the kind of place that makes your breath catch heavy in your throat. the kind of place you expect you might find fairies. which is funny, because every time anyone meets my cousin for the first time that's always what they say to me. she looks like a fairy! i always respond by saying that that's because she kind of is one.
kayla and kevin don't live in newfoundland anymore, and i know it wasn't the easiest for them to get there even if it was for their wedding. but it certainly is the right place. it's just them. they are two of the most fascinating people i know. probably because they are different than most people i know. as long as i have known kayla- her whole life- she has always marched to the beat of her own drum. she was born gorgeous, defiant, wonderful, and headstrong, and has remained that way. i obviously haven't known kevin his whole life, but i would describe him very much the same. except i would take out gorgeous and replace it with "hairy". other than that, everything else still works. although their personal beliefs are slightly different from mine, and very different from most, i find that they live what they believe 100%. they are the most genuine people i know. i admire them and respect them to the utmost.
there is nothing that i want more than to be in attendance at the pagan handfasting of my dear cousin and her hairy beloved tomorrow. i imagine that if i was there i would be dancing with bare feet to iron and wine while drinking entirely too much of it. i'm sorry that i'm missing one of the most special of days, but i hope these words find you both and in them my presence will be felt. kayla and kevin, you have lived through nightmares together and come out of them holding hands. your love is just like newfoundland. i know you'll weather all the storms.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
the best.
one of my most favorite things about being a mom is (and has always been) watching my husband be a dad.
he is really good at it. a natural, you might say.
he has always been my strength, especially in those early days as a parent. i remember floundering, and watching him love finn helped me find my footing.
they have always had the most special connection. it's magnificent to watch them together.
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every single day that i wake up i feel lucky. so very lucky. and so very blessed. because i have the best little boy. and he has the best dad. truly.
happy father's day, da da. i love you a whole lot.
he is really good at it. a natural, you might say.
he has always been my strength, especially in those early days as a parent. i remember floundering, and watching him love finn helped me find my footing.
they have always had the most special connection. it's magnificent to watch them together.
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every single day that i wake up i feel lucky. so very lucky. and so very blessed. because i have the best little boy. and he has the best dad. truly.
happy father's day, da da. i love you a whole lot.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
vulnerability.
there is a specific time of day in which i feel extremely vulnerable.
i am willing to bet that this is true across the board for the typical modern american housewife.
and it may surprise you.
but let me tell you, this time of day is scary.
it's the time of day when i blow dry my hair.
don't laugh. you know you've experienced it!
when you're blow drying your hair, you can literally hear nothing.
but at the same time, your hair dryer seems to make the exact same noise as 800 other things that you are almost certain you could be hearing.
it's extremely nerve wracking.
ok, my hair is wet, the baby is napping, time to blow dry my hair.
gulp.
vrrrooooooooshhhhhh
doot doot dooo... oh my god. what's that noise. the baby is up already! oh my gosh he's wailing!
turn off hair dryer.
run to baby's room.
baby is sleeping.
you see imaginary sleep cartoon bubble over baby's head that reads "mom's losing it."
back to business.
vrrroooooooooshhhhhh
hmmm hmm... what the!? did someone just knock on the door? i'm not expecting anyone! what the heck!
turn off hair dryer.
run to window.
no one is outside. ok, fine. must have been the dog or something.
vrrrroooooooooshhhhhh
sshshhhhhhfffrooooooooo
vrrrrooooooooooo...
oh my god!
did someone just land on the roof? what was that thumping noise??!?!!
turn off hair dryer.
nothing.
okay i'm just hearing things, probably just the wind.
ssssshhrrrrrroooooooooooo
vrrrroooooshhhhhhh
omg is that a gospel choir in the kitchen!? it literally sounds like people are singing downstairs.
click.
nothing.
vrrooooooooooo...
oh my god seriously the baby is seriously awake this time what the heck i'm never going to be able to dry my stupid hair!!
click.
baby still sleeping.
damn it!
this continues in agony for the entire 20 minutes it takes to dry my hair. and there is no "hurry up and dry your hair" your hair just dries in the amount of time it takes for it to dry, you can't hurry it up.
so when you're home alone, highly anxiety inducing.
but when you're NOT home alone, it's almost worse.
because let's not forget, that while you can't hear anything while you're blow drying your hair, it doesn't mean nobody else can't. i know i'm not the only one who's found this out the hard way.
vrrorooooooosshhhhhhshhroooooo
shrrrooooooooo
*toot*
vrrroooooooooooshhhhh
hmm i'm all good, didn't hear a thing....
vrrrooooooooo...
< husband has stopped whatever he was doing and is staring blankly at you from across the room >
ehhhh....
i am willing to bet that this is true across the board for the typical modern american housewife.
and it may surprise you.
but let me tell you, this time of day is scary.
it's the time of day when i blow dry my hair.
don't laugh. you know you've experienced it!
when you're blow drying your hair, you can literally hear nothing.
but at the same time, your hair dryer seems to make the exact same noise as 800 other things that you are almost certain you could be hearing.
it's extremely nerve wracking.
ok, my hair is wet, the baby is napping, time to blow dry my hair.
gulp.
vrrrooooooooshhhhhh
doot doot dooo... oh my god. what's that noise. the baby is up already! oh my gosh he's wailing!
turn off hair dryer.
run to baby's room.
baby is sleeping.
you see imaginary sleep cartoon bubble over baby's head that reads "mom's losing it."
back to business.
vrrroooooooooshhhhhh
hmmm hmm... what the!? did someone just knock on the door? i'm not expecting anyone! what the heck!
turn off hair dryer.
run to window.
no one is outside. ok, fine. must have been the dog or something.
vrrrroooooooooshhhhhh
sshshhhhhhfffrooooooooo
vrrrrooooooooooo...
oh my god!
did someone just land on the roof? what was that thumping noise??!?!!
turn off hair dryer.
nothing.
okay i'm just hearing things, probably just the wind.
ssssshhrrrrrroooooooooooo
vrrrroooooshhhhhhh
omg is that a gospel choir in the kitchen!? it literally sounds like people are singing downstairs.
click.
nothing.
vrrooooooooooo...
oh my god seriously the baby is seriously awake this time what the heck i'm never going to be able to dry my stupid hair!!
click.
baby still sleeping.
damn it!
this continues in agony for the entire 20 minutes it takes to dry my hair. and there is no "hurry up and dry your hair" your hair just dries in the amount of time it takes for it to dry, you can't hurry it up.
so when you're home alone, highly anxiety inducing.
but when you're NOT home alone, it's almost worse.
because let's not forget, that while you can't hear anything while you're blow drying your hair, it doesn't mean nobody else can't. i know i'm not the only one who's found this out the hard way.
vrrorooooooosshhhhhhshhroooooo
shrrrooooooooo
*toot*
vrrroooooooooooshhhhh
hmm i'm all good, didn't hear a thing....
vrrrooooooooo...
< husband has stopped whatever he was doing and is staring blankly at you from across the room >
ehhhh....
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