My little sister (above) flew out yesterday, after spending two weeks with us. Tomorrow, M takes her first flight, to Colorado, where she will be surrounded by more family -- hopefully I can catch up on well-needed sleep and finally get over this nagging cough.
There's so much to be thankful for this year. Last Thanksgiving holiday was a difficult one. I alluded to many things, but never really wrote about everything. In addition to my aunt's sudden death and some upheaval at work, this time last year I discovered I was pregnant, only to suffer what I believed to be an unequivocal miscarriage mere days after my discovery. I was devastated. I remember flying out to Wisconsin for Thanksgiving that day and how the airport seemed to swarm with babies. Once in Wisconsin I remember confiding in Ethan's grandmother Megan, a petite woman who, with her steely eyes, sternly told me that this would pass, that women dig deep to find the strength to keep trying.
Well, a few delayed doctor appointments (and a few weeks of sickness) later, I discovered that I was, in fact, still pregnant.
I didn't write about it then because it felt too close. I carried it with me, even through the pregnancy, a little secret, a nagging fear. But I've always tried to be honest in this space.
So it's crazy that a year later I will be flying with my little squishy daughter. Motherhood is difficult, but I am so grateful for the presence of her in my life, and for the love of my incredible family and friends.