On this day eight years ago was a Sunday. In fact it was Mother’s Day.
I was visiting our dear friends Sherry and Larry in Texas and they were making a big fuss over me because I was pregnant and it was technically my first Mother’s day. My husband was making a big fuss of me over the phone. I felt happy and special and then I got an email.
It was from Debra informing me that Jet gave birth to ten healthy pups and our baby boy we were on the waiting list for will be available for pick up in 8 weeks time.
Can you believe 8 years have past since? I still remember sleeping on the floor with Max when we first brought him home cause he missed his mommy, walking him every morning with my friend Pauline, the first time he met Julian and licked his cheek, the day we collected him from the airport as he arrived from England. I remember him protecting Julian from a dog that attack him at the park, sulking when Bruce first came to our lives and the day he finally let him snuggle with him. Max means so much to us all, more then we ever imagined.
Wishing you my sweet boy a very happy 8th Birthday and so very many more to come!
As of this morning Julian officially announced he is not into Star Wars all that much anymore and prefers Lord of the rings.
And I learned that buying everything your child asks for while he is into something is the worst investment ever. At least Max and I have abundance of new toys to play with…
I have been in a bit of a slump lately.
It is not a terrible one. Not enough to eat a whole jar of Nuttela with a spatula but more then being grumpy about my hair mocking me in the morning. I am no expert but I think it has to do with our move this summer.
For the record I am very excited about living abroad again. I have never been to Japan but I am quite confident it is fantastic. There are obviously a lot of challenges ahead like shipping the dogs and school and house and vehicles and such but I bet in the end everything will work out. Everything always does they say.
Naturally I am sad about having to close my photography business for now and leaving our beautiful Pacific Northwest. Although I will remain NorthWestMommy cause I cannot possibly let Kim Kardashian snag the dang name!
But past few weeks I wake up every night with nightmares. They range from me drawing to loosing Julian in a crowd to leaving the house with my iPhone only 10% charged. It really is not something I have ever experienced before so I am struggling. I find it hard to talk to anyone because I don’t want pity and I also don’t want people to think that I am ungrateful for these amazing opportunities that we are given. I want my family to know I am strong and that this move is not something I don’t want to do. But something deep inside is nagging me, telling me this is not the path I should take.
Do you follow your instincts? Mine have never failed me and I am beginning to wonder if I should maybe rethink everything. Or at least buy a big jar of Nutella…