Monday, October 22, 2012
end notes of fall
With the moon as our flashlight and the new Mumford as our soundtrack, we turned a long trip home into an even longer one with the worst traffic jam of my life, and then a subsequent stop for snacks and a quick car break.
We ended last week with a bang - our annual trip to the pumpkin patch for pumpkins, fun in the corn, and caramel apples. Fall's exclamation point!
After leaving the pumpkin patch, a temporary case of mom brain taking over and humiliating me in front of a state patrolman on not one, but two accounts (many thanks to a car without automatic lights (in my defense, it wasn't completely dark out) and then discovering that my license was expired), we made the haul to see progress on our new house, and some other fun adventures. Eisley's traumatizing car rides have become more pitiful now that she can speak in between dramatic sobbing. "Mammmma. Ouuuut. Up Mama."
I was completely SQUEE-EXCITED! upon seeing the difference in our house in just a couple of weeks. The inside is easy to envision at this point beyond the framing, and our move in date is creeping up quickly - we are 52 days away from closing. Not that I'm counting or anything.
Several weeks ago, I received an email that humbled me, honored me, and shocked me. It was from a woman that blogs for Southern Living, and she wanted to feature one of my blog posts on their blog. The post has been published and a renewed group of emotions happened. You can read it here.
In other news:
I am about to embark on an 18 week stint in rehab. For diastasis recti - which is a complicated body issue involving the separation of abdominal muscles for one reason or another. Mine is from carrying babies that only grow outward, and I am starting to suffer from regular negative repercussions, and I am worried about a possible hernia. Such is life when there is more than a two finger split at various points.
Jimmy and I are Europe bound next fall by way of cruise. Excitement doesn't quite cover the realization of a dream vacation, but my journal is about to fill with scribbles of various attractions in Venice and beyond!
This morning, I woke up to the sweetest thing ever. Eisley has started giving the daintiest kisses with a tiny and perfect little sound to accompany the action. I received many before I opened my eyes and was met with a delightful squeal and a dimpled smile.
Life. Amazing. Heart. Full.