If we sat down for a coffee chat I’d tell you that I have amazing friends and that my heart is full.
I spent an utterly wonderful weekend with some of the best girls in the world. We laughed, and cried a little, and ate (and ATE!) and shopped, and my darling girls accommodated my million potty breaks, snack-and-sit-down breaks (most amazing chocolate croissant ever), and need for an afternoon power nap.
I’d tell you how generous they are and how fun it was for them to feel sweet bébé g move in the middle of a precious boutique in Fredericksburg. We were as noisy as could be as I grabbed hands and shoved them on my belly.
I’d tell you though, that I was a little sad because some of “the girls” weren’t there. A station half way across the world, new baby and new-mommyhood, work obligations, and a devastating loss kept some of my favorite people from joining us.
I’d probably get a little teary because I’m feeling so heartbroken for one of my dearest friends. She and her husband are hurting and grieving and I’m feeling helpless. Her heart has always been so full of joy and the blow she’s been dealt is so unfair. I’d probably remind myself of all the adages that are supposed to help us through tough times – and then I’d feel silly because none of them are going to heal their hearts. Sad things happen to good people and it sucks.
I’d tell you that thinking about her makes me so thankful for bébé.
I’d confide that even though I had such a fun time I was so happy to pull in my driveway and see FMG and sweet Brie. There is nothing like coming home!
I’d fill you in on the progress in the nursery. It’s starting to look like a *real* room and that the seemingly random combination of projects is starting to come together. I LOVE it!
I’d be dying to share that we’ve settled on a name for bébé – that FMG told me on Valentine’s day that he was settled on a name I was heart-set on. And then I’d tell you that its taking ALL of my self-control to honor him and NOT share. (You know I love to share!)
I would hope that in between all of my rambling you’d fill me in on your weekend and not let me monopolize the conversation – because sometimes I do that. (It’s unintentional. Seriously.)
Then I’d share a huge hug with you and feel so good about starting this week and facing whatever it has to offer.
Thanks for the coffee date, friend.