Life has seemed adventurous lately. Maybe not in the bold sense of scaling mountains, but after the hibernation-like cocooning of pregnancy any series of outings feels somewhat more monumental than it might otherwise. My days are slowly opening back up to small things outside the scope of nursing Alice and changing Alice and rocking Alice. Thankfully, they are still dominated by those precious acts; I’m nowhere near ready to surrender these newborn moments.
But it’s already going by so quickly. Ten weeks has passed. I’ve packed up the first round of outgrown baby clothes, and watched Alice go from sleepy, passive newborn to smiling, cooing baby. Tell me these things aren’t adventures in their own right! She’s earned her first family nickname— a sacred right of passage here in a house where nearly everyone answers to two or more monikers besides the one on their birth certificate. Life is finding its new rhythm, and this one includes Alice as a part of the bigger whole… a part of Us. The adventure is just beginning.