Trevor (and Millie fast asleep in the sling) and I were at a neighbor's party on Saturday and were probably the only non-doctors there. Actually, one other neighbor I can think of isn't in the medical field either. Regardless. It was comforting to know if anything went wrong I was in good company! It really is a small world. My doctor (who delivered Millie) was referred to me by my sister-in-law, Jessica. She was there. Traci is an awesome person (and doctor of course). So chill and laid back. At my first appointment we were talking about where our new house was, and she said one of her friends just bought a house on the same street. Turns out it's three doors down (and the site of the party this weekend). Her friend and husband and baby moved into their house a month before we did from Carlsbad. The San Diego connection. It truly is a small world because at one point I was talking to a guy who turned out to be Traci's partner's husband. Traci's partner, who was on call that night, has a baby a week older than Millie. Then I was talking with a woman who looked totally familiar - turns out we've seen each other at the Spokane Club. She has two boys - two and five - so I was getting boy advice. She says to put boys in karate. And highly recommends a sensei over a nanny! Anyways, we're going to wear out the two year olds with semi-private swim lessons...because the thought of a parent-tot class with Murphy is so far down on my list of things to sign up for it's barely even on the page. A bunch of the guys get together a few times a week and go mountain biking right around the corner from us, so Trevor was (voluntarily) recruited to join. His toes were curling when he said he had to get a mountain bike. Park it next to his road bike in the garage...next to the eighteen strollers and scooters and skate boards! As if to justify, he says one of the guys (Traci's partner's husband) has seven bikes. Oh, OK.
I've totally digressed.
Getting to meet everyone was great. A wonderful group of people. Lots to say, lots to talk about. It was when the question of age came up when I could hear the crickets chirping. They are all at least 8-10 years older than Trevor and me. Having been through so much schooling, etc., they started their families later in life...as opposed to us. Married a few months, have a kid. Wait a year and a half to try for a second. Repeat. I caught myself thinking...I wonder if we should've waited and experienced life before adding kids to the mix. Everyone there was accomplished, best in town at what they do, have lake houses and nice cars. The thought lingered in my head for a few hours. Then I woke up.
I think of how very lucky we are to have what we have...and who we have. Building our little world together is something we have chosen to do. There are days I would rather say bye to the kids and nanny and head off to work, closing the door on my way out yelling "SEE YA!" but then I see Milie smile for the first time. I get the privilege of laughing 'til it hurts when I see Murphy let himself out the back door only to pee on the deck and come right back in to play some more. I get the unconditional love of a four year old who tells me she can't wait to be a mommy when she grows up. I get to run away from the "baby slugs" and "little guy" worms Georgia brings in from the garden.
I wouldn't pass up these moments for anything in the world. I look forward to what the day will bring...just as long as there's enough coffee to get me started.
