(This post was intended for Friday afternoon, but life got in the way a little bit.)
Right now, my mom is reading “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish” to RJ.
My dad and I are having a laptop-hangout on the couch, after concluding an argument about whether the kiddo or his papa is cuter. (We agreed that the kiddo is basically the cutest thing ever. I maintain that Mr. Pie is a strong second.)
Yesterday, our unflappable baby took his first two (!) airplane rides, and delighted two planes full of tired commuters.
It’s good to be here.
It good to be here in my life. I am extraordinarily lucky, and grateful.
A friend recently said to me, “that’s the best part of coming out of a depressed episode, reconnecting with all the people that you used to enjoy.” I don’t really want to talk about depression. It’s real, it’s sneaky, it fucking blows, it is and has been and probably will be a part of my life forever. Other people have written well and deeply and thoroughly about it, and maybe I will too, but not today.
Instead, I just want to say how glad I am for you, and how much I have missed you while I’ve been away. It has been an intense and challenging year, and we are on the precipice of big change. It’s a brave new world ahead of us, and I am ready to embrace it, and share it with you.
As you may guess, that will mean some changes, here and elsewhere. For one thing, remember that time we had a baby? Yeah, he’s like, uh, 5 months old already, and responding to, if not really using, some basic signs. He swims! (With adult help, obviously.) He loves dogs! Parenting is awesome, and hard, and we’ll be talking about it. Probably a lot. We’ll be talking about beer, and embracing minimalism, and ethical non-monogamy, and being adults, whatever that means.
Adventure awaits. Let’s do it.