in 2009
December 31, 2009In 2009, I took lots of naps. I watched my body change before my very eyes. I wore stretchable jeans, loose tops and Birkenstocks. I ate a lot of In-N-Out burgers and Heath Bar ice cream. I watched daytime TV. I did yoga. I waddled. I woke up multiple times in the middle of many nights, tossing and turning and peeing. I gave birth to a beautiful, remarkable son. I had major surgery and was humbled by the slowness of recovery. I watched my body change once more. I laughed a lot. (I had to.) I moved into our first house, a Craftsman. I learned there’s quite a difference between living in a house and living in an apartment. I made a home. I was courted all over again by my darling husband. I swooned. I stayed in California, traveling only as far as Monterey, but had many local adventures. I watched a lot of movies, read a few books and wrote a handful of letters. I took hundreds of photos. I said hundreds of prayers. I missed my grandma. I learned to work a letterpress. I exhibited my work in a museum. I learned not to hold on too tightly to wishes and plans, but to make room for mistakes and surprises. I was pleasantly surprised.

