It's not that I haven't had anything to talk about for the last 8 weeks. (Good lord! It has been 8 weeks, hasn't it?) On the contrary, many things have happened.
I had a fascinating trip to Ireland with Daisy Mae and ClevelandK8. Galway is like living in a Renaissance Faire.
It's like...well, it's like this:
and this
Dublin is like being in Piscataway, NJ, with better architecture. But just barely.
I went to Washington DC and got to hang out with people who have stars and letters after their names. I love these trips; all good news, big plans and restoration in faith in our government. It doesn't last too long, but it does give one a few ideas to work with.
I got a chance to try to bring together a group of surgeons who hate each others' guts as a matter of course. And they got along. And promised to work together.
All of that pales in comparison to yesterday.
Yesterday, I got to officially become a Mom again.
Yes, yes: I know that once you are a mom you never stop. But there's something about having someone in your house, calling you "mom" (or in my case, "mother"), that makes you actually feel like a mom.
I'm Daisy Mae's mom. Forever.
It's been a long trip. We have endured almost unimaginable heartache along the way. But we made it. And it's worth it.
Take a look and see.
Welcome, Daisy. I can't promise to be a good friend. But I can promise to be a good mom.
3 comments:
And that? Is super-good news. Congratulations.
The very best mofo-ing mother on the planet, you mean.
dismap - witness protection plan?
Congratulations - to you and Mr. Bean, and of course, to Daisy!
Good to see you writing again.
Verification word = Hope-y (w/o the dash, of course). Appropriate.
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