This weekend I had the most. embarrassing. moment in my life.
It involved a low barbed wire mud crawling obstacle, and a pair of thin shorts.
Also, a very white bum cheek. And about 1,000 people who decided that they didn’t need to tell me.
Even through the rope climbing and ladder climbing obstacles.
But when I finally noticed a misplaced breeze, a few sweet fellow racers helped me, um, safety pin myself.
Also, I switched shirts with someone when we realized my bum could not be contained by safety pins.
But I’m still chalking the whole thing it up as a win because it was part of the most fun race I’ve ever run.
And I would do it again.
Bum and all.
But I would bring extra shorts.
Speaking of things that cannot be contained, check out our backyard pumpkin patch.
What can I say about my precious Irie Rose?
She took her first steps this weekend. With little cautious movements, and her eyes locked straight ahead.
The smells of her breath and hair make me close my eyes.
She is full of spirit and joy when she tips back her head to show that she wants to be swung around, or tucks her head into my neck to laugh.
She holds my finger and squeezes it. Somehow it reminds me of a much older person.
Her eagerness to fall asleep when she is tired makes me feel relieved to put her down, but also makes me wish she would fall asleep in my arms.
Her blessing day was a celebration of her beautiful spirit, and a humbling reminder of her potential.
I love her so much.
She makes me want to be a better person.
Thank you, sweet Irie for making me your mom.
With all my love,
Irie in her outdoor cage…
Likes to dream about when she will be a big kid too.
Riding in cars…
Striking cool poses…
And free as a bird.
Someday, Irie. Someday.