Back in the Saddle Again

I'm nearly back.

I'm slowly beginning to slide back into life post-Parker.

I'm a teacher again. Those sweet little kiddos are too much fun. I love how they love Parker baby stories. I love how nearly every parent I met at conferences told me their child missed me. I love that my sweet sub kept everything in Curtsinger mode while I was away. There's a certain energy...a certain way of looking at life when you are eight or nine & I can't help but want to soak a little of that up. I want Parks to grow up full of energy & spunk...maybe I can convince my boss she'd soak things up faster & I'd be more motivated if her pack'n play was in my classroom! :)

I'm a runner again. Let me tell you, running is no joke. It's tough stuff. My mind likes to pretend we weren't getting stretched & pulled for ten months...but my body is quick to remind it (usually around the second mile) that it is NOT the body it used to be. Oh we might be back at pre-preggo weight...but that does not mean my ass, lungs & overall cells aren't dragging by the time we cross the finish line.

A friend has a shirt that says, "My sport is your sport's punishment." That, kids...is the truth if I've ever heard it.

I'm gonna keep at it though. As much as I loathe miles two & three; I love the first mile excitement & the post run feeling of accomplishment. Plus I have really cool running stuff. Can't quit now. :)

With cool stuff & Parker baby as my running buddy, no sir quitting is not an option.

I am alive again. Pregnancy kicked my booty. It was HARD. It took every ounce of energy I had & ripped it to shreds. It also made me appreciative...& it gave me a whole new perspective of people who are in that stage of life & of people who have babies. And let me say, babies are all around right now. A slew of my best high school friends have sweet minis. We are gathering all our little chicks for a rendezvous at the Chapman ranch on Easter weekend. That will be a moment to cherish. My grown up friends (post Tahlequah & since moving to Tulsa) have or are having precious Littles of their own. Parker baby has so many friends...& she's not quite 10 weeks old. ❤

Life is amazingly precious. Never did I stop to think how freaking awesome it would be to watch my child play with my cousins' kids. When I slow down to think about the life we're building (this pondering occurs around 3am while feeding this girl) I am in awe of how everything works out just as it's supposed to.

Life is good. My baby is beautiful. And I am just soaking every ounce of it up.