What have I been up to during the last two years? Why, thank you so much for asking. Here’s a crash course:
- I celebrated my golden birthday, finally. Twenty-six seems ancient when you’re a kid, but I finally turned 26 on the 26th.
- I read Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead twice during the same pregnancy, and I loved it more the second time.
- I lost a good friend and named a daughter after her (I know, I mentioned that already, but it bears repeating).
- I ate my twenty-seventh birthday dinner at Delancey. Mitch scored some serious husband points for that one.
- I survived the summer, despite being nine months pregnant in the midst of our brief heat wave.
- I reached a whole new level of multi-tasking skills: I can now hold a baby, fry bacon and carry on a conversation with my toddler, all while making note of the fact that we’re low on garlic and resolving to add it to the grocery list.
- We said hello to our daughter and goodbye to Mitch’s granddad in the same week. Oh my.
- I made amends with my crock pot, and finally figured out how to season my cast iron skillet. Booyah.
- I had a VBAC! That was way, way more fun than a cesarean.
- I discovered Hulu and Netflix, which in turn led me to Modern Family and Pushing Daisies.
- We attended my family reunion in Minnesota, an event heavily populated by little girls under four. We had a great time, tornado warning and all.
- We planted our first garden ever and from it, we harvested a pumpkin the size of a terrier.
- I spent a week living in the hospital while my newborn daughter was in the Special Care Nursery. It was heart-rending and exhausting, but that week was also pretty awesome. God taught me so much about endurance and steadfastness that I get weirdly nostalgic when I think about it, even though I don’t miss brushing my teeth in public restrooms and pilfering graham crackers out of the hospital kitchen at 2 am.
- And, most recently, I bought a Christmas ornament that reads, “Heaven & Nature Sing,” which reminds me every day of why Christmas is so incredible. When Jesus comes back, I can’t wait to hear heaven and nature sing (of course, I will be singing, too).