First, someone in the world should know that I have been married for 13 years today. 13 Years. You see, someone should know this because it’s fairly important and both Dent and I parted ways this morning without saying a single thing to each other about it. I remembered later and reminded him in a text, which we laughed was very romantic. The way life has been this week, it’s a wonder we remembered at all. But it is momentous. A lot went down 13 years ago, not the least of which this ever-expanding eternal family was created. We started in small Cedar City, Utah and blindly jumped to the bright lights of Manhattan. I cried as we left the big city behind and landed in the desert, but as we have found our little spot down here I am grateful for the adventures we have had together. Between 4 university-and-beyond degrees, climbing a mountain and skiing down several, conquering the biggest triathlon known to man (a few times), we have also picked up a few children along the way. It’s been a good ride and I’m excited for what’s to come.
Second, someone should know that we confirmed this week what the world already seemed to know.. that this little human filling out my belly is indeed a little girl. I had decided that I didn’t think I’d be surprised either way, because most thought it was a girl, but we have heretofore only made little boys. I’m thrilled, except that I already knew what I was going to name a little boy… a girl? Not so much. Seneca thinks her name is Alice, which she has claimed since the beginning, but I have told her she is welcome to use that for her own daughter someday, or a doll perhaps. We also learned that the situation in there with this little baby is not completely ideal, but for now I am at peace that this little one was very determined to get where she is and she proved stubborn again when it took two days to find out what she was. I know she has great things to accomplish and Heaven will find a way to make it all ok.
And lastly, it’s really not important for anyone else to know, but exhaustion has officially set in here in the Homestead. This week has run us ragged. My house looks like we came, we slept, we donned clean clothes and we flew out the door again, which is essentially the truth. My children crash in their beds each night and sleep like they are dead to the world and as I crawl into my own bed with my head pounding I am grateful that no one schedules things between the hours of 10 p.m. and 6 a.m. and I pray for at least three hours of undisturbed slumber before someone (or dog) needs some sort of attention. As I lay curled up on my pillow, I hug my little tummy, feel this little girlie squirm and kick and smile, knowing that all is completely right with the world. The mister drags himself home after working more hours than one should be allowed during a day and collapses with me. I’m sure that beneath his tired body he is happy, too. After all, we have lots to be happy about.