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Runnin’ just as fast as we can…

Sometimes I try to think of the perfect song to capture how I am feeling.  And sometimes it is the song that pops in to my head that draws attention to the feelings I have just beneath the surface.

Here I am on my “babymoon,” falling in love with my Lucy Quinn, carefully managing the sometimes mixed emotions of the big sister Emily June and I have room for MORE emotions?  Of course, I do.

And beneath the surface, Mama has it bad for her man.  As evidenced by the fact that I have had Tiffany’s teenybopper voice in my head for days….

I think we’re alone now,
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around.
I think we’re alone now,
The beating of our hearts is the only sound.

Look at the way
We gotta hide what were doing…

Maybe it is a side effect of a Honeymoon Baby.  I’m still pretty smitten with the guy on a regular basis.  But the other day I turned around in the kitchen and there he was.  Emptying the dishwasher.  I can’t deny that may have played in to it.  But I felt myself catch my breath like I did that first week we were dating.  Lucy was sleeping.  Not in my arms or his.  And I put my arms around him and… if you’ve been reading for any length of time you surely know what happens next… I began to cry.

I hadn’t hugged him in months, not like that.  I fit again.  Just like I did before I was pregnant.  He seems taller now that I can slide in under his chin again.  “I forgot you were so dainty,” he said.  I looked up at him, the moment beginning to break apart, assuming he was kidding.  I have been called many things, dainty is not one of them.  But he wasn’t joking, he’d closed his eyes and pulled me closer.

Smiling through my tears I let him hold me close.  This time not because I was afraid, or tired, or overwhelmed.  Just because he likes me.  He like likes me.

I absolutely adore being one of your girls, MQD.  But I can’t wait to be “alone now….”

Nassau and The Worst Day Ever

An ornament we brought back from our honeymoon for Emily

On our honeymoon we were going to go para sailing.   MQD was excited.  So was I.  It was a very honeymoon thing to do.  I had a picture in my head, of the day, of us, holding hands high above a beautiful beach and crystal blue water.  The sun on our faces, smiling.

Only it was windy that day.  And they canceled our excursion.  There was a temptation to try and “do” something else.  Something special.  We strolled around Nassau, hand in hand.  Looking for something “to do.” We went in and out of a few shops, we thought about buying a watch.   And we laughed about how this was “the worst day ever.”  And that our honeymoon was the pits. We bought a Christmas ornament that says “Nassau” for Emily.

The dates that MQD and I plan have a way of not working out.  We have abandoned more concerts halfway through, or not gone at all, choosing instead to stay at dinner an hour or two longer, just talking.   He likes me.  And I like him.  It’s easy to have fun when you’re with your best friend.  I hope I look at him just like this for many, many years to come.

Honeymoon, May 2011