|Cheesecake and coffee in a wine bar, Saturday night.|
I had a birthday over the weekend and now I'm just one year from my 30s.
It feels good to be older. I like who I am and I feel okay about who I'm becoming.
I know I can grow a baby. I can keep that baby alive and entertained. I can teach her things. She responds to the tone of my voice and the look on my face. I have people who know how special this girl is and who help me and support me in raising her. I have a life partner who is better and funnier and smarter and kinder than I'd ever dared hope for. I have a job, and interesting hobbies, and a raging caffeine addiction.
I'm not embarrassed by my terrible taste in music. I smile politely when strangers give unsolicited baby advice that usually doesn't apply to our situation. I am paying down debts and attempting to cut back on impulse spending. I can occasionally be a good listener to a friend. After 4 months or so, I learned to handle the work/life balance. I still love being really, really mean. I am the blessed recipient of Evelyn's biggest smiles. I stayed home from work Thursday and let Cody sleep in. He told me I was the best wife ever. I'm not feeling like we have to anxiously buy a lot of things in order for people to know we're excited about Evelyn's first Christmas.
I thought I was mellowing with age. Cody thinks having a baby made me give even less of a flip about things than usual. I don't give a flip about which it is.
I can cut my own hair.
I can knit more than a scarf.
In the past week, I have pulled a nickel, a push pin, and several socks out of Evelyn's mouth.
I haven't printed photos in about 3 months and I'm not even bothered that I don't know when I'll do that.
I love The Good Wife and Masterpiece.
I'm learning to let go of things that aren't worth my time and effort, and to take on new challenges because I can trust my abilities.
You know, just the growing and changing stuff you do every now and then.
On my birthday, I got up twice in the night with Evelyn, made a pot of coffee, washed 5 loads of laundry, walked across the Main Street bridge for a gyro, saw the sights of downtown with my baby, took a trolley ride home, ate lunch with Mom and Levi, did some Christmas shopping, visited with Dad, put away those 5 loads of laundry, went on a date with Cody while Casey watched Evelyn, and then comforted Evelyn to sleep when a full day with only an hour's worth of naps caught up to her and she had a screaming meltdown for her uncle.
Cody and I watched, well, some Masterpiece Mystery on DVD and were in bed before 11. Then he was in charge of getting up with Evelyn, and I slept the sleep of someone who walked over a mile in inappropriate footwear and forgot her daily Mountain Dew.
It was a good birthday.
29 is a good age.
|Evelyn partied with me all day.|