A light at the end of the tunnel and a very special announcement

Hello Blogging World, IMG_0087

I’m back… well almost.  I am nearing the end of my 6 month stint of working 2 jobs and I’m beginning to see a glimmer of hope that I will return to writing more consistently here soon.  [smile]  In the meantime in case you hadn’t heard via Facebook or in person, Caleb and I are very pleased to announce we’ll be welcoming our first child in early August!  We are half-way through the pregnancy, but still can’t believe how blessed we are!  We’ve chosen not to find out the gender so right now he or she goes by the cool moniker- Baby Fraz.

Look forward to getting back in the writing mode in earnest very soon.  Until then, thanks for sticking with me even during this season of silence!

-Margaret

 

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3 AM Feeding?!?

Funniest thing happened last night or I guess it was actually early this morning– Caleb and I both woke up to the sounds of a crying child.  I am not kidding.  We were both so confused.  Our sleepy exchange follows:

We don’t have a baby.

No, we don’t.  What is that?

I don’t know.  It sounds like a crying kid.

Maybe it’s a cat.  It could be a cat.

[wild cat shriek right outside our bedroom window]

There’s a neighborhood cat that hangs out on our porch.  It’s a cat, but it sounded just like a child.

What would we do if someone left a baby on our front porch?

I have no idea.

Clearly we’re not ready to respond to a crying baby at 3 AM, but hey I’m counting it a victory that we both woke up.  Made for a great laugh this morning when we remembered our sleepy powwow about the crying baby, aka crazy cat.

-Margaret

Arrivals

Caleb is home!  I couldn’t be happier or feel better.  This weekend I had a crazy 24 hours of feeling dizzy and nauseous that could have been some bug I picked up or might have been, according to my mom the nurse mind you, “Caleb withdrawals.”  [smile]  Whatever the cause of my 24 hour bug, it was completely gone and I felt great when I woke up yesterday morning to head to the airport to meet his plane.

In my years of travel to places unknown, I’ve had many experiences in airports, but greeting someone at the arrivals lobby at Atlanta’s busy airport isn’t something I’d done before yesterday.  I have flown into Atlanta many times and I can attest that arriving at Hartsfield-Jackson airport is like no other arrival.  I know so many people complain about the size and complexity of Atlanta’s airport, but I think the size adds to the drama and allure of arriving at the end of a journey in Atlanta. What really makes arriving in Atlanta unique is that your journey through the airport ends at a final long escalator that you slowly travel up to be revealed at the arrivals lobby.  I’ve never arrived at the Atlanta airport when a crowd wasn’t waiting at the top of the escalator.

Yesterday the same crowd was there and happily I was among those waiting.  [smile]  Aside from the representatives of the USO and the random town car drivers with name placards, most of the people gathered were anxiously waiting the arrival of their loved one like me.  Each time a new group of travelers arrived at the top of the escalator everyone’s eyes were glued to the arrival gate.  Between my own anxious panning of the arrivals for Caleb, I glanced around to watch the people near me greet their loved ones.

Just beside me was a little (under 2) girl waiting with her grandparents for her mother and older sister.  When they finally appeared at the top of the escalator, I could tell immediately because the little girl began to reach out her hands, palms up, and grabbing for a hug from her sister.  It was an absolutely beautiful image of love and sisterhood.  I loved her complete abandon to the need to connect with the people she had missed.

Last week I wrote about the tears I shed at the departure gate and concluded that I wouldn’t want the tears to stop me from someday encouraging my little ones to fly away on their own adventures.  Yesterday I thought of a new reason to encourage them to take flight.  Without departures, we don’t get to experience the joy of arrivals.  If only I could remember that the next time I have to say goodbye.

-Margaret