Glad For Some
It has been such a magnificent year. I turned 30, and I matured like a fine bottle of insert your favorite wine.
I met the most charming little boy who lived inside me for months, came out and now laughs and eats and poops. Babies are a mystery to me. I can explain it physiologically of course—the sequence of the birds and the bees. There’s embedding in the uterine wall, the development of the umbilical cord, the legal siphoning of my food without permission, the kicks, the getting on and leaning on my nerves(literally)in vivo. It still is a mystery. Did you know you can feel your baby hiccup inside you?
One day, I’ll share my pregnancy journal on the blog. It’s hilarious. It has titles like “The war against umami”, “I can smell the toilet down the street” and “Chin hair—Becoming Gandalf.”
2018 was a fantastic year of self-reflection, discovery and love.
I made some new friends. I learned. I grew up! I relearned to love. I relearned to write.
And I have some people to thank.
Have you ever met people who you are just glad their parents made them? That daddy bought flowers(or suya) that night, that mummy flirted and pulled his mustache (or however mothers flirted in the 70’s and 80’s) and things happened and this awesome person was born?
I’m grateful to have you in my life. I’d say you know who you are and I know you do, but I’ll just call you out anyway:
Ed (I thank you in every language on earth and in heaven)
Thank you for being in my life and for a wonderful 2018. Have the best new year.
Happy New Year, Everyone!