A year later, and it’s still sinking in
One of our family holiday traditions is that, starting around Thanksgiving, Shane starts coming home with a variety of lovely sparkling wines and champagnes. He pops open a bottle almost every night this time of year, and we drink sparklers with dinner and dessert. It’s a little celebration in a bottle, and I love it. This is something I’d never do on my own. I also love that Shane chooses the wines with care, and we end up comparing their various characteristics.
Anyhoo, last night we raised our flutes to say cin cin, as usual. Lina then immediately raised her pink sippy cup and wanted in on the action. We both touched our glasses to her cup, and I was again overwhelmed by the changes that have taken place in our family over the last year.
Shane and I are such a unit. We work well together. We added a baby to our world of two, and it became infinitely complicated. Scattered. Patched together in places. Intensified by an insanely strong love and a desire to do everything right. Now I look at us, humming along as a family, and I finally believe it’s real. I’m finally starting to believe it’s mine.
We are three.