Not long after a friend on Facebook this weekend asked for tips on maneuvering around New York City with a toddler, Facebook alerted me that it was 10 years ago that day that Paul and I moved to Brooklyn.
Ten years. Wow. It seems like yesterday. And so much has happened in the last decade. A daughter, a return to Columbus, a son. A switch from a journalism job to one in marketing, and now a thriving freelance career. New friends, a new house and new ways to spend a Saturday night.
A lot of people say that high school or college were their happiest years. I have no real complaints about either, but they weren't the years that I would relive. Those six years in New York were some of the best, and certainly the most carefree. I remember very specifically thinking -- feeling -- knowing how lucky I was. I was living in a city people dream of visiting, take time out of their busy lives to play the tourist in. I loved it.
Of course, I'm content now. I have a happy marriage and two wonderful kids. Really, things couldn't get much better. But I still miss New York every day.
Atticus turned exactly 2.5 years old yesterday -- not really a
milestone in the scheme of things, but something to think about
nonetheless. When Edith was 2.5, she had a 6-week-old brother!
what is Atticus like nowadays? Nonstop. The alone time while Edith is
at school has been good for him and for me -- we can sit down like two
normal people and read books or play calmly. But as soon as another kid
is in the room, sister or not, he's constantly on the move. He's a
We constantly get comments about his red hair. "He lives up to it" is my go-to response.
of course he's also loving and kind and likes to snuggle whenever
there's a book in your hands (especially if it's one about trucks). I
like how daring he is -- when he's not trying to give me a heart attack
He's talking more and more every day, and he
already has quite the imagination. I have no idea what the coming months
and years will bring, but they won't be boring.