Six Months Today
The whole time I was pregnant I thought I would start a journal, something I could track events/milestones in... and eventually give to my child. I drafted so many entries in my mind- but never found the right journal to use (because that seemed so important to me) and those entries are gone.... somewhere into the depths of my mind. Which- by the way is nowhere for anything to be lost!
So- here I am, a new mother, a new wife, finally biting the bullet and updating a blogpost I started over 2 years ago. New title, new profile picture, completely new journey.... and wow has it been an amazing one!
This isn’t where I thought I’d be. You know what I mean. We all have dreams of where we think we are going to be by an arbitrary age... in my case 40. It isn’t where I thought I would be, but it’s exactly where I am supposed to be. Just like you there are several things in my little world that I would love to change, but then there are key ones that make it all worth it, that help me look past the things that just aren’t adding up.
I have spent 182 days in a row with the most perfect person I could have ever imagined. On the calendar that’s 6 months... that’s how old our son Samuel is. 6 months ago today I was in the hospital in what I can only call a “love-bubble”. My wife, my son, and I... that first day felt like heaven, seriously. The support my wife offered me during labor, and in the days that followed in the hospital were second to none. She showed me just what it meant to be my wife, my partner, and our son’s “other” mother.
We stayed Friday, Saturday and Sunday... and when we got home that bubble just hung around. There were times I started to question if I knew what I was doing, but Trisha (my wife) knew, or we figured it out together. Not even 2 months married and we started a journey together I couldn’t imagine sharing with anyone else. A journey into being Sam’s moms, Sam’s family.... waking up to his sweet smile, hearing his laugh and his little voice, hearing him crying because his teeth are bothering him.... I have enjoyed six months of Sam... 182 days...
So although I thought I would journal while I was pregnant... and clearly I missed that boat. And I was looking for the right journal, and never found it. I am going to do my best to blog about this new journey we are all on together... the good, the bad, and the just plain ugly... because of course, what journal would be real if it didn’t include all sides of this journey? :)
