It’s not everyday I have a “woah, holy cow” moment. But I recently realized: I am officially getting *tear* old.
I am not too sure if it was when I opened my closet and saw an Abercrombie & Fitch jacket (thank you Ebay for taking it off my hands) or when I was gawking at some tween’s risque outfit (I’m telling you– she had faux “leather” leggings that were literally painted on) or just maybe it’s when I decided I’d order the Boston Sunday Globe. Regardless, time ain’t stopping for me– and as I slowly come to grips that my thoughts and surroundings are maturing– for the first time, I am actually excited about– getting older.
Don’t get me wrong the days of crashing on friends couches on the weekends and spending my last dollar on lip plumper, will always bring me a twinkle of fondness and irreplaceable laughter. But miss? I’m not too sure. I love my life now– and there is something far more intriguing about the unknown and the life that awaits me.
I remember when things began to change.
In 2006, our very first friends got married. James and Jenn. I remember watching them exchange their vows– how the light from the stained glass windows in the church glimmered from the snowfall outside– and I remember thinking how magical it was watching two people– our good friends– make this sacrament, this lifelong commitment to one another.
I have always admired James’ and Jenns’ confidence– they consistently seem to know what they want– and it’s been a true pleasure watching them grow into this dynamite duo. Among many other things– fun and fabulous to name a few– I consider them the friends who have “paved the way.” Not only were they first to tie the knot, but they were the first to have a baby.
Mia Ruth was born December 18, 2008. 8lbs 11 oz. 21 inches (she’s totally going to be a super model).
The 9 months seemed to come and go. The initial excitement– “You’re having a baaaaaaaby” to the final days before Mia’s late arrival. Although, I probably asked Jenn some of the most absurd questions: How do you swaddle? It was an incredible experience watching her grow– and watching them both glow with anticipation.
But hands-down one of the most touching moments (and I write this from Ryan as well) was when Ryan was asked to be the Godfather. Not only was he incredibly honored– but he was whole heartily thrilled. Personally, I am no longer in touch with either one of my Godparents (which isn’t that uncommon)– and yes in recent life events it would have been nice to have the extra support and helping hand– if not for a simple chat than for some spiritual guidance. I know Ryan views his relationship with Mia as an eternal commitment– and will always have a special spot for her in his heart (that may sound a little corny, but it’s true). No matter what age she is- he’ll always be there. And Mia will always be able to count on him.
Since Mia’s birth and the few times we’ve seen her (she is perfection)– I have secretly loved watching James and Jenn in action. As first time parents they are figuring out alot as they go along, but they truly seem to know what to do. They showed me the importance of communicating, taking-turns, and most of all working as team. The love they have for Mia– is something I have yet to understand (one day)– but it’s when I am with all three of them, watching James as he gently wraps his pinky around Mia’s delicate finger or Jenn soothing Mia’s sharp cries– that I see it. And realize this is just the beginning.
family photo
Ryan in action
Mia’s birth annoucment– how freakin’ cute?
P.S. December/January were busy months for new babies. My cousin Katie had her second little girl, Mary Kerwick. And my other cousin Abby had her first little girl Violet Johanna. Can’t wait to meet the new additions. Love and health to them all.
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January 27, 2009 at 8:07 pm
I can’t tell you how much that blog made me cry! Mia, James, and I are very lucky to have such wonderful friends!