As I type this, baby Abe is asleep in the Boba Wrap and I've got a batch of brownies made from a box mix in the oven and clean towels going in the dryer. This may be the most accomplished I have felt since giving birth and bringing this little wiggle worm home almost five weeks ago. He weighs more than ten pounds now and he's into his second month of life and we're starting to figure each other out a little bit, I think. He's a little champ, and I am so honored to be his mama.
When I was in high school, I had a very vivid dream about taking a summer road trip across the country. I don't know who I was with or where we were going, but I remember feeling hopeful and excited both during the dream and when I woke from it. It's a dream I've envisioned repeatedly in the years since, wondering if that road trip - along with that sense of hope and excitement - would ever happen in real life.
Well, as crazy as it probably sounds (and feels, at the moment), Dann and Abe and I are packing up and moving back to Denver. Next week. Our lease is up at the place we've been living since we got to Seattle a year ago and, now that we have a child, the prospect of moving back to where most of our family and friends live just seemed more appealing than finding a bigger place here and potentially moving more than once in the next few years. I mean, who enjoys moving?
When we made the decision to come out to Seattle, neither one of us anticipated we'd be ready to move back to Denver just a year later. We also didn't know how much I would long to be near some of my best people while I was pregnant, and how badly we would want to be near our families once we brought the little guy home. So we gave living in a new place a shot and we had a blast and learned a whole bunch of new things and got some sweet time with some dear family and made what are sure to be some lifelong friends. Seattle has certainly been good to us, and leaving won't be easy.
But we're also really really excited.
I'll be honest, I'm a little nervous about making the drive and about disrupting the routine we've started to establish with the baby. He's doing such a good job eating and sleeping and pooping and peeing and I couldn't be prouder. But when all is said and done, I think our drive as a family of three back to the place I really think of as home might just be the road trip of my dreams.