It’s been almost a year since my knee surgery and I have yet to be on a mountaintop getting there by means of my own two feet. This has been a year of frustration and mourning. I’ve aged 25+ years physically— not noticeable by gray hairs or a plethora of wrinkles (though there are more of those too), but noticeable in the ever present pain and stiffness, and in all the things I cannot do (ascend and descend stairs with alternating steps, squat, sit on my knees, or walk for long periods of time, etc). I’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel strong and able in my legs, and the memories seem almost surreal. It has been incredibly tiring and sad for me. And now a year later, it feels like I’m back a square one or even negative square one. I have another surgery scheduled next week to repair things that were missed and problems that have accumulated since and my normal optimism about these things seems to have gone missing. But nonetheless, here’s to hoping I’ll eventually get back to where I am in the photo, and to many other beautiful places. 🙏🏽✨ mahalo for the 📷: @cinematowski#kneeinjuryfeels#pityparty#itllbealright#persistence
Today I saw a 3 month old and felt myself get misty eyed (#pisces#feelallthefeels). Peering at that sweet precious little being was a stark realization that even though his most used name by me is “The Baby,” he is indeed a pee in the wind on a sandy beach “Toddler” and we are officially out of the infancy stage 😭❤️🙃👶🏼💙✨✨✨✨✨ #babyspam#gazillionphotos (also, he starts daycare on Friday and I am 😳😢) #whosobsessedwiththeirbaby#imeantoddler 😭
Daycare application form. “What are your child’s interests/hobbies?”. Petting dirt. Kissing dogs. Dancing like no one’s watching. Putting random items on his head and laughing hysterically. Tearing off his diaper and pooping on the floor. Trying to win the record for never not moving. Giving hugs.