
This year I enjoyed myself, but I didn't want to pause time, and Christmas moments got lost in my mind among all the thoughts of this Thursday's event. On Thursday the 30th we meet our daughter, Rosie, and for better or worse, all the twinkling lights, thoughtful gifts, and loved ones couldn't push Rosie mind out my mind.
Now though, my nerves are staring to run laps in my stomach. I told Mike, meeting Rosie reminds me of telling his parents we were engaged.

Unlike Rosie, Mike's parents had the benefit of actually knowing me. Yet all familiarity flew away in this exchange. I figured even though they might like me as a girlfriend for their son they might not like me as much as their son's wife who will be a permanent guest at holiday events. I also assumed that in that in that moment, their eyes would, at least for a moment, reflect their emotional response to the news.
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Mike's Injured Packer Cookie |
Rosie, of course, is being faced with a very different reality since she knows nothing about us or if she can trust us, and I have no idea what to expect, which is why I'm extremely nervous and excited to embed that moment into my memory. There's a Rob Thomas song that captures my feelings--and how I will end this blog entry.
1 comment:
Love that song and I think it's perfect for your blog post.
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