Almost a year to the day and I finally have something to say.
I have the ultimate excuse though.
Clearly, I have been busy.
Last month, we were pleased to welcome the newest, and most welcome, edition to our messy, loving, and occasionally fraught household.
We have a daughter. I have a daughter. I'm not biased or anything but clearly she's perfect in every way and obviously superior to all other babies. Apparently becoming a mother also means you become insufferable. Just don't follow me on Instagram.
Jesus-I'm responsible now.
I took a year off from blogging and all sorts of other extraneous things because I wanted-actually needed-to focus all my attention on my other great undertaking. I decided tackling my first year as a teacher while undergoing my first pregnancy was challenge enough. This was probably not also the year to delve deeper into couture sewing techniques, or teaching myself embroidery, or learning a foreign language. or trying to alter patterns that will not cooperate. I've learned restraint.
I successfully completed my first year with nothing but ideas, enthusiasm, nerves, and excitement for the year ahead.
I successfully grew and delivered a human being with the mental, emotional, and physical strength of my body. She is my masterwork-the best thing I ever did. Seriously.
Life is still hard. Still challenging. Still bleak and depressing at times. Still messy. Still unorganized . . . . but we made it.
We made it.