Sunday, May 30, 2010


Dear Malone,

I'm sitting here in Meme's living room. I've got the house all to myself. You're off on a walk with Meme and Daddy has gone for a run. I'm enjoying a small break from the responsibilty that is caring for you. It's like pushing the reset button as I sip on fancy coffee from Starbucks, feel the breeze come in through the window, and enjoy the birds singing.

This morning our little family of three went to the market to pick up a few things for Meme. As we entered through the market's doors, we were greeted with the music of steel drums.

If you were to ask Daddy, he would tell you that I hate dancing. Its true. The thing about me and dancing is that I feel like I'll make a fool out of myself- I haven't got much rhythm and so I always feel so silly.

But while you and I were standing in line waiting to order coffee, I felt the music. Together (I was wearing you via the BabyHawk), you and I started to sway and dance. I couldn't stop my feet from moving and you couldn't stop your hands from waving. I didn't care about feeling silly. We were in our own little world for a few moments- lost to the beat and sound of the drums. Daddy watched from the strawberry section and he agreed, the moment was truly magical.

Forever with love,

Saturday, May 29, 2010


Dear Malone,

Today was the first time Daddy and I took you to the beach. We went to the bay by Meme's house- to the same beach that Daddy and I have gone to every summer since we've met. We didn't know what to except or how you'd feel about the sand and water.

As soon as we put you down on the sand, you were interested. You had a great time running your hands and fingers through it discovering it's texture.

At first, you weren't so sure about the waves and water. The water was coming in since it was high tide and it created a nice little shallow area for you to sit. The waves came in and at first you were scared. One came in a little fast and when it got to us, you cried. But eventually you started to show your adventurous side and crawled in deeper. You wanted to have a nurse so we went back in and sat with Meme. After you were finished she filled a bucket with some sand and water. You really liked that! You sat forever splashing your hands in the water and then sucking the salty sleeve of your rash guard.

Later, just you and I went and sat at the water. As the waves came in you hollered and chatted to them, smiling and laughing the whole time. After a bit, daddy came in too.

We had a great day at the beach. When we got back to Meme's house, you and I took a glorious three hour nap. I really needed it- you've been keeping me up a lot lately.

With love,

Thursday, May 6, 2010


In internet message board land, DH is a term that refers to one's husband. It's short for darling (or darn) husband.

My DH and I do not have a perfect marriage. I say that because I don't think anyone has a perfect marriage. It's just not possible. However, we both work really hard to have a good marriage. We've learned each others Love Language and worked really hard to be good communicators. We very seldom fight as we can usually get things worked out before it escalates. We bear one another's burdens and work cooperatively to make sure all of the "stuff/chores" of life get done.

Currently, we work opposite schedules. I stay home with the baby during the day while he goes to work. After he comes home and we've had dinner as a family, I work. This schedule isn't ideal, but it allows me to be Malone's primary caregiver (and save on daycare costs). It doesn't leave a lot of room in our day to spend time together sans baby.

Yet, I still feel as connected to him and in love with him as the day we got married. I've been working hard to facilitate this connection, one that could so very easily been lost. We've gone to the park on lunch time dates, enjoying a few stolen moments of conversation while the baby sleeps in his car seat. We've taken a few seconds to snuggle before getting up out of bed to get Malone in the morning.

DH, you still make me feel ooey-goey inside. I love you more than shoes.