Wow, wait! I don’t know how to start writing a post to end the year. I might sit here completely blank and not know what to say for hours. SO please bear with me. Honestly, I can’t pinpoint every thing that has happened this year. All I know is that it is a year filled of fun being in the presence of a fast growing little baby girl and a year of knowing my husband more and more intimately. I only remember lots of times that my heart melted, times when I laughed until I started to cry and vice-versa and lots and lots of playing around.
It went by fast. To name concrete events will be such a daunting task to me now, pardon my forgetful senses, But let me see here as I try to remember a few:
We went on a vacation in the lovely, lovely place, California to be with my in-laws and my daughter’s cute cousins. Mr. Scribbles and I became kids again during our first time in Disneyland. We celebrated our daughter’s first birthday in the spring with lots of balloons that flew in the air as they
( accidentally) escaped Mr. Scribbles hand. I baked six birthday cakes including my daughter’s first birthday cake. I went back to work after a year – long maternity leave. I baked lots. Eat lots . I became drawn to food blogs and food photography and still crazy in love with the husband.
On the other hand, there are these events that are not really concrete events, but I would rather called them moments that were clearly sculpted in my consciousness:
*That moment when our daughter took her first steps and her daddy and I were cheering like crazy. My dear daughter, that was such a priceless time.
*That moment when I had to go back to work for the first time after a year of maternity leave and having to leave my daughter for a whole day for the very first time, I cried with so much pain the night before. It is a different kind of heartache, I tell ya!
*That moment , few days before our daughter’s first birthday when she got sick for more than three days. It was her unhappiest. And her parents lowest time. Ah, the normal part of parenthood!
*That moment while my father was rocking my daughter to sleep when I realized that a parent’s love for a child is truly immeasurable and is as great as life. Even though he was carrying my daughter, I saw myself in his shoulder. I envisioned my parents love to me when I was a child, especially my father who had to do it alone after Mama passed away. I am more appreciative of my father’s love and perseverance, now that I am a parent myself.
*One night as I was preparing for dinner, my daughter and husband were playing chase around the kitchen. The husband was trying to scare the little girl by making growling noises ,walking on his knees and chasing her with his hands shaped like an animal paw. The little girl was helpless and beginning to get sacred and kept running away. You know what she did to make him stop? She stopped running away, instead she ran to daddy’s face, hugged him and smothered him with kisses. Daddy stopped growling as he laughed while tears were trying to fall from his eyes.
*On the airport when we were bound to California,we were so tired and panting,almost breathless from taking hurried steps as we almost ran the lengths of Toronto airport. We were running late for our flight. With our carry on baggage in our hands plus a little baby , the walk was just so draining. You can imagine our frustration when we got to the gates and we realized we still missed our flight. I was ready to cry and we almost started blaming each other. We uttered a few words before we both bit our tongues. We sat in silence in the departure gate for a long time. Then my husband stood up and said he was going to get us food. He looked around. From where we sit , there was a burger house, a Tim Hortons and another sandwich store. He wandered about as if searching for something until he was out of sight. I waited. and waited. Where did he go? I waited some more. I did not want to call him as that might some spark some argument as we were still both upset. Then emerging from all the people walking about, I saw him with three brown bags in his hands.
As he opened them beside me I asked him ” Why did not you buy food here? There are food stores all around us.”
” They have no french fries around here” He opened a bag of fries and handed it to me “You said earlier you were craving for fries. This is my peace offering”
He put one in my mouth and I had to smile. Despite the long tiring walk, he scouted the huge airport to get me fries. I knew I was craving for it before we headed to the airport but I cant remember saying it to him. Well, apparently I did.
We stayed in the gate all day because we were asked to stand by as chance passengers. Two planes have departed after that and we had to patiently wait for out turn. Later that night, my husband scouted the airport again to find baby food because we were not sure how long we still had to wait and we want to be sure our daughter had lots to eat. We walked the baby around. We took pictures. We played around and then eat some more. It was dark when we got on the plane and were in California by midnight. It was a long night but it was sure a memorable one. I realized that from trying and challenging times, we find precious moments.
As you see I did have stories to tell after all. I thought I was about to go speechless while starting to write this. Maybe this little family of ours don’t have much stories of grand travel and getaways. But what I realized while writing this is that every family have precious moments to share. Those things. Those little things that make you smile, make you ponder,and make you cry, It is those things that happen everyday that make up for such lovely memories.
Maybe next year we will travel more. Or maybe dine out more or attend more gatherings. I don’t know. All I know is that this year, 2013 was a year full of moments that were created mostly inside our home.
So I thank God for 2013, a year when we don’t have everything but we lack nothing. A year when we created precious moments out of our everyday.
Thank you, 2013.