New Life

Autumn is rolling into the mountains yet again. Woke up this morning to a frigid apartment-- didn't take long to unpack the sweaters, put on some flannel, and make a mug of hot chocolate. This is the time of year for crackling morning fireplaces, mulled apple cider, and long sleeves. I don't know anyone who doesn't love fall in the mountains. Just wait until the treetops burst into flames. It's intoxicating. 

It's been a long while since I posted. Most drastic life change? Becoming a mom. Yep! Little Aidan was born at the beginning of August and he revolutionized my life forever the moment Joshua laid him on my chest and Aidan grabbed my finger with his tiny little hand. That was the moment I fell in love. 

I had a beautiful albeit morose thought the other day as my son's little hand grasped my fingers yet again: When he was born, the first thing he did was hold my hand. And there is a great likelihood that when I die, the last thing I will do is hold his hand. 

I didn't know I could be any more fierce than I already was, but having a son has awakened the mama bear in me that I didn't even know existed. Doubted that existed, actually. I thought I would not be a nurturing mother for the longest time, due to the fact that I found almost all children at least mildly annoying and never really enjoyed watching them, holding them, playing with them, etc. But the delight that you find in your own child is incomparable, this I am discovering daily. And although Aidan and I spend long periods of time each day in thoughtful silence, I don't think babbling in baby talk is what makes one a good mother. I know he can feel my love by the way he sighs in my arms. 

Going to be getting back to writing. Hope to keep you entertained and thought-provoked along the way. 

Peace, love, and diapers, all.