I like to work hard. I like to push my body to a point where my muscles are sore afterwards, even the ones you were never really aware of. I like it when I've worked so hard that there is nothing better than a shoulder rub, or dig.
There's also the satisfaction of digging up all of the potatoes and looking at a freshly turned-over garden. And getting up on the wakeboard for the first time in a year, crisscrossing over the wake, despite the niggling little fear of...what? Not being able to get up? Falling into the water? (Fear of faiiiiiiilure!)
And finally, after all of these workouts, there is now nothing better than being forced to sit down, feed my baby, and relax. Stare down at her, aware that she is now aware of so much around her. We both take it all in.
I'm realizing that the jobs I am responsible for have changed. Everything outside of Evelyn is secondary, whether I want it to be or not. I am slowly learning, as a local librarian called them, the "Rules of Evelyn".
Gratuitous baby shot follows.
There's also the satisfaction of digging up all of the potatoes and looking at a freshly turned-over garden. And getting up on the wakeboard for the first time in a year, crisscrossing over the wake, despite the niggling little fear of...what? Not being able to get up? Falling into the water? (Fear of faiiiiiiilure!)
And finally, after all of these workouts, there is now nothing better than being forced to sit down, feed my baby, and relax. Stare down at her, aware that she is now aware of so much around her. We both take it all in.
I'm realizing that the jobs I am responsible for have changed. Everything outside of Evelyn is secondary, whether I want it to be or not. I am slowly learning, as a local librarian called them, the "Rules of Evelyn".
Gratuitous baby shot follows.
