Over the course of the last several years I have hosted this blog, my entire life has changed. Almost more than I can handle, when I stop to think about it for too long. It was initially a place of desperate refuge while I was in the midst of a career that made me miserable. I was so lost and needed a place where I could remind myself who I was, what was important and what brought me joy. Not the endless grind of Corporate America and its countless polyester cubicles.
But then our time out west was up and we moved to the other end of the country, to a city that challenged me more than I could ever have imagined but also caused me to discover so much more about myself – my strengths, my weakness, my creativity, my fears, my anxieties. I fell in love all over again while living in New York with my husband. I remembered how much I love our life together, life in general. I love our independence, our adventures, our preference to be with one another over anyone else.
And then after nearly a decade of togetherness, we found ourselves welcoming our baby boy into the group. Grey. Our little bird. And I was suddenly a soppy, dramatic (more so than before, if you can believe it), ridiculous mess of love for this perfect little person. I realize now why people like kids. Granted, I am still NOT a kid person, but I adore my OWN. He is clever and adorable and funny and… my baby.
“…I am his open arms, he is my running leap,
I am his way home, he is my new path…
I am his quiet place, and he is my wild.”
So I am starting a new series of weekly posts of my Wild. And while I promise to not completely take over this blog with pictures of my Little, I can’t help but create a place to store a few memories.
Who is your wild?
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