Sentimental

I went to the park the other day with some friends.  It was a park I haven’t been to for awhile and as I was pushing Eva on the swings, I started to feel a little nostalgic.  You see, we were at the same park where I had my first play date of my life when Eva was only a baby.  We had just moved to Oregon and I was still feeling homesick and lonely.  The 2 women who invited me to the park that day have since become my closest friends in Oregon. 

I was thinking about this as Eva went back and forth on the swing shouting, “Wheeee!” and I couldn't help but feel sentimental.  And grateful – for sweet friendships that keep me from dwelling in a cave of loneliness.

Here’s Eva at that first play date:

And here’s Eva now:

I feel in my heart a pang of sadness when I reflect on how quickly she has grown.  I also simultaneously feel an enormous amount of joy that I am engaged in the most precious work of my life.  I am continually astounded at how much I love my baby girl and they way she has made our lives meaningful.  The experiences we have had over the past couple of years have only been possible because of Eva. Though sometimes I complain about the humdrum world of a housewife, there’s no other occupation I’d rather have.

Well…except maybe a professional ice cream eater.  Or chocolate eater.  Or potato eater.  Ok, maybe I’d just be a food-eater in general.  Is that a job?