And So Begins
A family morning together.
We have a busy month ahead of us. Lots of traveling and logistics to figure out and a kitchen update to the cottage. It would have been so easy to stay home this weekend, catch up on our tv shows, maybe order take out from our favorite little pizza place.
But instead, we bundled up the baby and drove fifteen minutes to the shoreline. We were heading to breakfast at a cafe on the edge of the sandy dunes.
I ordered a steaming cup of London fog: extra honey and an extra pump of vanilla (something I learned while living in Prague). It arrived frothy and piping hot. I sipped it slowly with one hand, the baby drank her milk tucked in my other arm.
We ordered a spread of breakfast potatoes, pastries, and egg croissant sandwiches. Eden started up the fuss bus, our family joke for whenever she starts to cry, and I quickly tried a few things to calm her down. After turning on our travel noise machine and settling her into the darkness of her hooded carseat, success.
We stopped by the little farm stand next to the cafe and picked out a bottle of fruity riesling, our wedding wine. I then changed the baby’s diaper in the backseat of our car and gave her another bottle of milk, Dan talking to me from the front seat and then walking with her in the fresh air for the follow-up burp.
The sun was bright and warm as we hiked down the dune trail to the lake. Water softly lapped the sand, birds flew low over the horizon, and the baby fell asleep in Dan’s arms.
And so begins the cadence of our lives together, we three. As we make these decisions to create space when the days are hard and full, we shape our family legacy one small memory at a time. I am savoring every sweet moment.
