I have two daughters, Scout and Louise. They're three years apart and they keep me very busy. Sometimes I think I'll die of busy-ness, but I never do.
I used to be a misfit.
I was born in a small place with a God that was much too big for its britches. As I grew, I never felt right.
I think I tried to make myself as big as what was always looming, holy, holy, holy.
In reality, I was just a creative girl with too much noise inside, and without much to do with it.
I always knew the church stories about the end of the world weren't true, and I guess I was trouble for knowing all that. I guess girls weren't really supposed to know anything, not as long as Jesus had appointed the husband as the head of the household. Not as long as I wanted to be a wife, someday.
I didn't. Want to be a wife, I mean.
But, then I grew up, and now I am one...
I met my husband in college, in 1999. He was nineteen and I was 21. He was dating one of my dear friends and roommates. We were friends for a long time, and then we lost touch with one another for a few years. In 2004, we decided to drive together to another dear friend's wedding, from Pittsburgh to New Hampshire. By the end of the car trip, we were in love. At least that's how I see it. I told him when he dropped me off at home that he was going to marry me, someday. He might have tried to maintain his cool casual dating status, but I knew.
A few months later, we were pregnant with our first amazing daughter, Scout.
She's all grown up, already, as you can see.
Three years, about a zillion panic attacks, a novel, a new house, a new car and a wedding later, we had our second beautiful daughter, Louise.
She's getting there.
I never thought I would be good at being a regular person, but I'm figuring it out. I'm a big, fat grown up, and I'm not even freaking out about it. I love my thirties, so far. I love being a mom. I love not having the luxury of thinking about myself all the time.
I guess you can pick up with my story there...