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I hadn’t planned on visiting Miguel in Poughkeepsie where he was working on a workshop of a new musical. I blamed the logistics of traveling with Anessa, but the subject of the musical was also daunting. “The Heart” follows the literal heart of a young man following his death in a car accident into a donor recipient. Miguel was playing the father of the young man who died.
I was 27 when we got married, Miguel was 32. In working on the next book, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about my 20’s. Reading old journals (so embarrassing) and looking through scrapbooks (good lord I had a lot of free time). I’ve been trying to piece together who I was, what was important to me, and the ways I’ve grown or changed.
I don’t do boring and avoid it at all costs. I’m not an adrenaline junky by any means but I do crave an exciting life. If I look at a calendar and see too many days that look the same, I get itchy. That is one of the reasons I think Miguel and I work so well together: he keeps life exciting by simply existing and I make sure we don’t forget our toothbrushes.
So, I’m freaking out. It snuck up on me, I’m really talented at living in a place of denial. I make a home there with decorative pillows, throws and cozy rugs. Then that cozy rug is pulled out from under me and I’m forced to face the truth.
Yesterday, Miguel and I celebrated 10 years of marriage - which sort of blows my mind. The irony of getting married on Independence Day was not lost on us but Miguel found out he would be performing in the Broadway bound American Idiot in San Francisco on our original wedding date soooo we got our first taste of the many curve balls life would eventually hurl at us. While reminiscing on the last decade a few valuable lessons rose to the top. So, I decided to share them in a blog, and not just for my reader’s benefit but also as a reminder to myself for when things aren’t going quite as well… which is inevitable.
We only ever wanted to have two children. That was always the plan. A) I had no interest in being outnumbered by my kids and B) while growing a child in your body is an unreal experience, the gas, aches, nausea, swelling and all the rest of it is no joke. When Adelaide was born seemingly healthy, I thanked my uterus for its service and mentally closed up shop. Then life got complicated and we were faced with a whole new set of family planning questions.
More than anything in this world, I am grateful for an incredible partner with whom I can share this life journey. For if we are placed on this Earth with a purpose, there is no doubt in my mind that Miguel’s purpose is to be a father and he exceeds at fulfilling it everyday. So, in celebration of Father’s Day, this seems like the perfect opportunity to dish on Miguel and why he really is as amazing as you think he is.
Notice anything different about this photo of Miss A? Anything missing? This week Adelaide showed off and started breathing on her own without additional oxygen support resulting in my own highly unexpected emotional regression. It's been a week folks and I'm holding the polar vortex partially responsible.
