#featuring lisa

I N S T A G R A M :: simplysophiab

Our son CJ - just like his dad, no one calls him Christopher - is turning one year old today, and I couldn’t be more excited! I can still remember the day you were born like it was yesterday...

Synopsis: When you cannot take your eyes off the perfect little human being you have created and you realise that you’re falling in love with him with every breath he takes, you know you’re in for a bright future.

Time: Friday, Mach 1st, 2019

It had been a very short night, and a somewhat painful morning spent in the delivery room of the town’s hospital, but looking at the perfect little human being in her arms, those tiny perfect fingers and toes and that cute little nose that came from her side of the family, Sophia knew that it had all been worth it. Ever since the midwife who had delivered him had rested him on her chest and stomach, she had felt a bond, a love, like she never had before, and she had cried tears of happiness and joy, and relief, too, that everything had gone well, and that her baby - their baby - was just as perfect and healthy as they had wanted him to be. 

Finally in her own room, she was happy that her mother and Chris’s mother were there to take care of Lisa - as excited as the new big sister was, she would have been just a little too much right now. Feeling totally spent, she had been able to wash up with the help of nurses, while the midwife had cared for her baby, and was lying comfortably in her bed, trying to breastfeed her son, while their families were waiting to storm inside and meet the newest addition to their family. The only one she had let into her room for now was Chris, whom she had had by her side throughout the whole process - from the first pains of labour to the first cry of their newborn, he had been her rock, and she loved him so deeply that she thought her heart would burst. “Hey, look, it’s daddy,” she murmured to CJ, when he finally stopped suckling and looked up at her with bright blue eyes. “Do you want to say hi?” Reaching out to Chris, she took his hand and raised it to press a kiss to his palm. “I love him so much already, how can that be?” There were happy tears in her eyes again, when she looked between their son and Chris, and she squeezed the hand she held just a little tighter. 

As much as Sophia enjoyed and thrived on working, loved being on set, in front and behind the camera, nothing could beat being home with her little family. It was a realisation she hadn’t expected to gain more than four years ago, but once it had happened, she couldn’t quite imagine life being any other way. Tearing herself out of her musings, she smiled and thanked the vendor at the Farmer’s Market, and placed the last of their purchases into her beloved shopping basket. “Do you think we need anything else? Have we forgotten something?” she asked Lisa, who was staring down on a piece of paper with a furrowed brow - her very own shopping list, filled with still kinda chopped or reversed letters which spelled out their intended items to buy. Sophia was so proud of her little girl for it, and while she and Chris helped her along with the letters themselves, she was, at barely five years old, already quite capable of spelling out what she wanted. Bright blue eyes looked up at her suddenly. “No, mummy, I think we caught it all. Let’s go find dad and CJ.” Finding was a bit of a stretch, since they knew very well where to find them - they had left them at the playground at the park right around the corner, and two filled Byta travel mugs of coffee later, they were on their way to gather up the rest of their family. “Can I go play?” The words were hardly out of her mouth, when tiny feet took Lisa away from her side, and Sophia stopped to grin at her mini-me fondly. In no time, the little girl had found her brother, and some of her kindergarten friends, and while it might take some time to get both kids to leave now, she couldn’t bring herself to mind. 

What she realised that she did mind, however, was the flock of women who were surrounding a tall, broad, cap wearing guy, who had three dogs resting at his feet. Her guy, her mind supplied helpfully. Still, her eyes narrowed, when one of the playground mothers touched his arm and laughed a little too excessively at what was being said. There was no need to touch, was there? Breathing in deeply through her nose, she tried to count it out - four seconds in, eight seconds out - but that hand still hadn’t left his biceps, and her inner mind was bringing up images of her ripping it off a little too gleefully for her. Since when was she getting jealous? Probably since she was on her period and more hormonally high-strung than usual, she thought with a shake of her head. And while she usually might have sat back and remained calm, she found herself striding towards them and perching herself onto his lap the moment she reached the bench. “Hi honey,” she greeted with a kiss, and handed one of the mugs to him, the basket resting at their feet, “did I miss anything?”

I N S T A G R A M :: simplysophiab

I N S T A G R A M :: simplysophiab

I was given this very keychain (including keys) by @itschristopherevans via Lisa, when it became clear way back when that not only was I not considering going anywhere anymore, I was putting down real roots, too. I’ll always be the most grateful Chris and our daughter took my hands and offered up a new perspective in life. I stayed, and it was the most frightening thing I ever did, because running, when  or even before things became dire, had become all but a second nature to me - I never wanted to rely on anyone ever again, for fear of getting hurt. It was a protection mechanism I fortunately was able to unlearn, with the help of big and little hands, and I’m forever grateful for my little family who all give me plenty of reasons to keep me going.

PS: That keychain still holds the same keys, plus a few others. A few more keychains have been added along the way. 😘

I N S T A G R A M :: simplysophiab

Happy Father’s Day to the best dad to our children, @chrisnotcap-evans​! Lisa and CJ are so happy and thriving, and I see a lot of you in them each day, even if you claim that they are more like me. Thank you for giving me this small family, which I love to bits and couldn’t imagine my life without. 

I N S T A G R A M :: simplysophiab

I N S T A G R A M :: simplysophiab