Archive for January, 2009
The sun is rising over the river, spilling onto the city and into my apartment. I moved down south, in part, for just this: the glow of the sun against closed blinds, even in mid-January. The months of gloom in Michigan were too much for my soul.
Espresso just bubbled up in the stovetop maker. For the moment, this and the steady rocking of the baby swing are the only sounds. I have tried to wake up all week to enjoy these moments, before my daughter wakes up with her all-consuming needs, before my husband staggers to the shower (he takes the 8 p.m. to 1 a.m. shift) and then out to work.
Perhaps today I will wet my paintbrushes, or write a poem. Perhaps all I can do is keep up with the diapers and feedings and changing of soiled clothing. Perhaps. This moment is mine, all mine, when the day lies blank before me.
My husband looked at our daughter, sometime in the blur of her first few days, and wondered aloud if she will paint, or pick up a camera, just like her momma. We can’t wait to see who she becomes, and to encourage her to thrive. In that vein, I want to put Praise Song for the Day, the poem that Elizabeth Alexander wrote for the inauguration, in Sofia’s baby book.
Anything is possible, my darling. Anything.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, any thing can be made, any sentence begun. On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp, praise song for walking forward in that light. -from "Praise Song for the Day," Elizabeth Alexander
Last night was rough with our little stinker — she’s slightly sick, with a lesser version of the cold that knocked out her parents last week. But though a few more hours of sleep while she naps would be heaven, as soon as I woke up for her 7 a.m. feeding, I turned on the TV, made some café con leche, and settled in to watch history unfold.
If we didn’t have a three-week-old baby, we would have tried to make the drive. But waking up to a dusting of snow and seeing the crowds on TV made me thankful that we sheltered our poor sick baby. I can’t wait to explain the importance of this day to my daughter someday! We watched part of the History Channel’s biography of Martin Luther King, Jr., last night, keeping it on in the background as we cooked dinners for the rest of the week and fed our sick baby. I wished I could have sat down to watch the whole special; I got chills relistening to his speeches, and enjoyed seeing the photos of King relaxing with his children. I’m glad I saw what I did; it was a huge reminder of the significance of today’s events.
My husband became a citizen last year, in time to register to vote. Suffice to say that my husband is Pakistani and has had to deal with the profiling at airports, and numerous other misunderstandings because of his culture & religion. We are hopeful that today’s events mean our daughter might face a more understanding climate as she grows up, that it might open doors that have been reluctant to open in our nation thus far.
The Obamas just arrived at the White House, and Michelle Obama gave Laura Bush a journal and pen for her memoirs. A sweet touch, I think.
I think I’m going to pull out my own art and writing supplies and bring them into the living room to journal as I watch today’s events unfold.
Finally, I’m bursting with other news: I won the Bella Wish giveaway this month! I can’t wait to wear her lovely art!
A brief review
I started this blog on April 13, 2008, with a post about lists of dreams and goals, followed by a post about stress and priorities and creativity. For various reasons, my personal website has been put on hold, so I had high hopes for finally having a place not only to write, but to start to collect all of my freelance work in one place.
And then, I found out I was pregnant. There were no complications, just exhaustion, and it was all I could do to keep up with work, telling family (that’s a story in itself) and planning a wedding, which turned into an elopement.
My husband moved his furniture down three steep flights of stairs (out of his amazing loft that was sadly not baby-friendly whatsoever) and up one flight into our darling apartment. It was June and then July, and I couldn’t help as he sweat through it all (without complaining once!).
I worked, getting ready for the new season of attractions in addition to the other events and programs I market for a local arts non-profit (and slowly started to prepare materials for maternity leave – it was like working two jobs at the end!). We traveled, shooting a wedding I booked before learning I was pregnant, and then again to stand up in a wedding, and then again for my dad’s Army wedding before getting shipped off to Iraq. Did I mention all of these weddings were in Michigan, and I live in Central Virginia? Needless to say, the last few months have been full of learning and relearning what it means to slow down and what it means to love.
I turn 27 tomorrow. I will probably spend the day in my pajamas, cozied up next to my hubby as we fall even more in love with our New Year’s Eve baby girl (whose birth is yet another story to be told). She’s perfect, truly and utterly beautiful. Momma and Papa are exhausted, clumsy, but most of all, smitten.
The lists, revisited
My first post here talked about living life to its fullest, about putting a voice to our wishes and then revisiting them from time to time. There are new things on my list: ‘make our purple house a home,’ ‘revive the indoor garden’ (it suffered during my hospital stay), and ‘fill Sofia’s life with love.’ But for today, I’m writing this watching my little pumpkin sleep, and marveling at the fact that all of my dearest wishes came true last year.
(Thanks to Bella Wish for inspiring this post!)
She’s drawing the winner today, so I don’t think I linked in time, but how darling: