• Family,  Pregnancy

    We spoke of the past

    |For DP: Five years, I love you| We spoke of the past this morning, Our former selves, Reminiscing the first thoughts of what was to come in this life together, We have outgrown what we expected, Have experienced what we didn’t expect, Expected what we didn’t experience, We laughed at the idea of love, Spoken gently, yelled fervently, Not knowing the power the word held in action, Let alone in stillness, We have outgrown the ideas we held it to be, Holding new ideas openly, We mourned the sins of our youth, Those of our former selves, Those we still hold onto, We still hurt and are hurt, but are…

  • Family,  Pregnancy

    Acronyms

    I think the first time I really experienced all-things acronyms was in college, which is probably true for many people. I remember wondering what the SDR was and what people did when they had a DTR with another person. But, pretty soon, these and other acronyms were part of daily life. With each stage of life, different slang, acronyms, and lingo naturally emerge. But I’ve sometimes wondered if we also use acronyms as a way to distance ourselves from emotion. This thought came to mind recently after I stumbled across another post that included an acronym I’ve encountered countless times over the last couple of years. Honestly, I had no…

  • Family,  Food,  Uncategorized

    second time around

    I’m writing on a Saturday night in Tokyo. Back home, it would be Saturday morning but it’s Saturday night. Sometimes that still confuses me. We’ve been in Japan for only a few days, but it feels like much more. We’ve done a lot. I wish I could remember and record everything, but for now, a few pictures will have to do. When we first landed, Daniel’s parents picked us up from the airport and we ate sushi with them and his sister. I was already full from the amount of food we ate on the plane, but sushi in Japan is amazing, so I ate more. We came to this…

  • Family,  Uncategorized

    Learning curve

    Getting married and moving to Chicago came with many adventures and obstacles, one of which is getting ready in the morning. The first couple of weeks Daniel and I were preparing to walk to school, various “mistakes” were made (mistakes is a very strong word, so it should be taken lightly). Either a lunch was packed and not grabbed because we thought the other grabbed it, ID’s were left when they were assumed to be picked up, teeth not brushed, etcp. Honestly, it was all quite amusing. I realized this morning, as I was packing lunch, scrambling eggs, frying bacon, putting away dishes, setting out dishes, grinding coffee, making coffee,…