I am not a patient person.
I cook pasta until it’s just barely chewable and call it good. I take cookies out of the oven well before their time. I habitually walk around slow people on sidewalks, have to knit something to sit through a movie, and usually spend my birthday money within 24 hours of receiving it. Waiting is not, not, sooo not my thing.
Which, you know, is why God is cool… because everything has a lesson. Everything presents an opportunity to grow – so that’s what I’m doing lately. Waiting. And growing. Spiritually, sure, and physically, joy of joys.
I’m trying to revel in this time – to breathe in the moment and read good books and build fires and take extravagant walks with the dog and craft and write and go to yoga – but I’m pulling my hair out here. I mean, I’m waiting to meet our daughter. It’s like a neverending night before Disneyland x100,000.
People keep saying to enjoy my sleep. Sleep? SLEEP??? Who can do that at a time like this?
People also keep saying how wonderful I look for 9 months. People deserve medals.
People keep asking what I’m knitting. Well, here’s another something:
A teeny tiny woolen sweater with teeny tiny woolen owls – what’s not to love? Owlet by Kate Davies, knit up in Shelter by my pretendbutrealsomeday friend Jared Flood. I’m only two degrees from friendship with him. It’s gonna happen, kids.
Thank God it’s fall. Thank God for the sound of rain and the woodsmokey wet pavement smells and good wool on the needles. Thank God for pumpkin everywhere and warm fires and boots and layers and the return of the snuggle. If it were still summer up in here, I think I’d officially lose my mind.
Come out and play, beautiful girl. I have so very many things to show you.