I’m Thankful For…

The friends I’ve met at various parenting groups since I’ve had Adam. Being a stay-at-home-mom can be lonely, and they make me feel connected to the outside world.

My friends back home and around the world. Moving around has given me the opportunity to meet so many wonderful people. I think of you often, even if we don’t see each other enough.

My body. I still can’t believe I grew and gave birth to a human being this year.

My In-laws. They’re good people who raised a good man. Thanks for letting me have him. ­čÖé

My Parents. Always there for me, and proud of me.

My Sisters: Jill, Crissy, Amy, Keely, Courtney, and Morgan. I love all of you so much and I’m grateful that I have a special relationship with each one of you.

My Nieces and Nephews. I don’t feel like the aunt who lives far away when I’m around you guys. I love you!

And Them.

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The loves of my life. The people who make me love the way I always wanted but thought was only possible in the movies. The reasons I live, eat, and breathe. Thank you for completing me.

Happy Thanksgiving to all! May you know what is truly important in life while you’re celebrating the holidays.

Family

The moment I put Adam in my mom’s arms, I knew the distance between him and his Nana hadn’t phased that baby one bit. He planted not one, not two, but three kisses on her. Then he hung out in her arms and just snuggled.

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When Morgan asked if she could wear him in my woven wrap, he promptly fell asleep on her. He was completely calm and content.

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That’s really how this week with my mom and baby sister has felt: calm and content.

We didn’t DO much of anything really. Just spent time in each other’s company, and it’s was wonderful.

We went shopping at the farmer’s market.

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We played with Adam.

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My 15 year old sister taught me a new hair-curling-with-a-straightener technique (I’ve been lost in the land of boys).

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We cooked Thanksgiving dinner.

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I did not want to stick my hand inside a dead animal’s behind and search around for its neck, but I did it for the team.

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Mike’s parents came by and it was the first time they’d been in the same room together in 10 years.

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Of course the actual cooking of the bird didn’t go QUITE as planned. It looked great out of the oven, not so much on the inside. But no worries. We cut the bird up and put it back in the oven. So there was edible, non-poisonous food to be eaten. Yay!

For their last night here we really got the party started by playing Heads Up and Uno. I know right? PAAARTAYYY! Even Louie got in on the action.

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And then I took them to the airport. Mom cried. I cried. They loved on Adam and I one more time.

And then they left.

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I miss them more now that I’ve seen them than before they came. I think it’s like giving someone a bite of dessert, then sending that dessert to California for an unspecified amount of time. I’m so happy to have seen them, and that Adam loves them as much as I do. Being away from family is hard when you’re raising a kid, but these small, sweet visits lift me up a lot. Thanks for coming Mom and Morgan. I love you and it was amazing to see you both!

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Back In The Saddle

I ran my first mile in middle school. I hated running every second of that mile. The only redeeming quality was that the route took us off of the school grounds for a minute which was, like, so cool.

We ran it once a week, I think. Even though I still didn’t like to run, my personality was such that I had to try. A teacher told me to do it after all and it was important to listen to teachers. I know, I was a full on geek. But it turned out I was pretty good runner.

When I was a freshman in high school I had P.E. for first period. I met my first high school friends in that class (I had changed school districts over the summer, so didn’t know anybody).┬áThe school used the showers in the locker room for storage, and there wasn’t enough time to change, workout, shower and get to my next class anyway. So I had the choice to either: try to work hard and spend the rest of the day stinky, or not try and get a mediocre grade (see above where I was a total dork so this was a terrible choice). ┬áTogether with my new friends, we went the try, but not too hard, route. When we had to get in the pool (at 7am in October!), we all pretended to be bad swimmers so we could stay in the shallow end. Stuff like that.

Well by spring semester I had had enough. I wanted P.E. as the last period of the day so I could actually work, then go home and shower. But, alas, only students who belonged to a sports team had gym at the end of the day.

Light bulb! I could join a sport! Oh wait, I don’t play any sports. But no matter, I’d find one that fit me. My complete inability to hit any round object with accuracy meant most sports were out, but I was pretty darn good at putting one foot in front of the other quickly. So track team it was!

I kept at sports throughout high school, becoming one of the best junior varsity runners. I was never quite good enough for varsity but it didn’t bother me. I had surpassed my own expectations and was officially a Runner.

So I kept running after high school, and while I was in the military. I joined running clubs, and I ran a half marathon in 2009.

The point of all of what I’m saying is this: I never appreciated being a runner until I got pregnant and couldn’t run anymore. I always dreaded going out for a run, hated being out of breath, and counted the steps until I was DONE because running sucks!! But I kept at it because it was my job, or I had an obligation, or I didn’t want to stop eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

Even though it’s a little harder to plan a run now that Adam is in the mix, I still go out occasionally. And I love it! Last weekend was my first 5K since I gave birth.┬áMike and I left Adam with his parents and made a day of it.

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It was AMAZING. I felt so free! So light. So appreciative of the ability to bounce back after baby.

And I surpassed my expectations again.

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Oh yeah! And you know what? It wasn’t even in an old-lady-30-and-over category. It was 34 and under. Yay!