Dear Reese,
You have discovered my tattoos. Last night, my hair is up and you notice the trident behind my ear. You smile and poke at it. Tonight, you run your hands over the She-Ra tattoo on my inner arm and the Spider-Man tattoo on my wrist. You are so curious.
I am still feeling crappy today, and we didn’t sleep well last night. There is an hour between 10:15 and 11:15 when you wake up and are inconsolable unless I hold you. So I gave you some milk, Tylenol, and hold you. I love you and I don’t feel well and it’s one of the harder parenting moments to lie in bed feeling physically miserable and then hear you cry again after I thought I had coaxed you to sleep.
This morning, I drive you to daycare and then drive back home — the need to work on my couch overpowers me.
But we have good news — I accept an offer on the condo this morning. If everything goes well, we’ll close at the end of October. It’s a huge relief to have that moving forward (fingers crossed for no other hiccups before closing). While we walk around the grounds after dinner, I think about how strange it will be to no longer be here. This will always have been our first home together. I have another month to be nostalgic about it.
Love,
Mama