The Last Sunday Journal: Issue 03

Coming alive in March.

Welcome to The Last Sunday Journal. Published on the last Sunday of the month, this newsletter details simple and cozy observations of our life in West Michigan. Pour yourself a cup of something good and settle in. ✉️☕️🌧️

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My childhood home in Pinckney, Michigan.

I could feel the soft wind blowing through our porch. I could smell the earth, the soil, wet from the afternoon storm. I could hear the sounds of birdsong and rain pattering down on our window panes. Our world was coming alive again.

In March, we finally and carefully stepped out of our newborn bubble and started introducing Eden Premal to people we love. We took her to our friends Annie and Isaac’s house, where another good friend, Lindsay, and all of their kids met the baby. Annie made tacos and rice in their kitchen while I fed baby Sam goldfish crackers; Isaac walked around with our own baby asleep on his shoulders. We visited my parent’s house in Pinckney, where I slept with my daughter in my childhood bedroom and watched the ceiling stars from my high school bed.

I walked with the baby down our little street to my friend Avery’s house, where we watched her daughter swing in the air. And my dear friend Lauren came to visit from Paris, dancing in the cottage with Eden Premal in her arms.

Eden Premal meeting our dear friends.

March also found me coming to life with new writing assignments for a nonprofit client. I had resigned from my publishing job earlier this year, knowing that I would want to stay home with our baby. I was praying for purpose and for something small to help our family while I cared for Eden. This was the perfect project for me at three months postpartum, and I thoroughly enjoyed writing a few interviews and articles for freelance work.

Dad and daughter.

Sweet cream pancakes with blueberries and whip cream.

So many small springs of joy like this happened in March: slow pancake Sundays, weekly walks to our coffeeshop, and feeling warm air on our skin. But there were lots of struggles as well: I was sick for a good long week, the baby went through (and is still going through) her four month sleep regression, and the dog threw up all over our couch and carpets. It was a month of duality and a month that passed by in the blink of an eye.

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