It has been 8 months since I visited this little corner of the internet. A place to share my story and reflect on life quickly became priority #… scratch that, not a priority at all. It’s been a whirlwind of a year with no signs of slowing down. In February we visited Sanibel Island and I fell in love. Its serene beaches, abundance of silence and lack of high rises made it the most relaxing vacation to date. Our early mornings were filled with coffee and sunrise walks along the beach, just Harper and I. Lucky for her, I have a ‘never-miss-a-sunrise-while-on-vacation’ rule. This jived well with her ‘never-miss-a-sunrise-ever' rule [in February, Harper's sleep habits hadn't swayed much from her first year of life. Alas, at almost 2, we finally sleep]. Our days were lazy; sunrise walks led to mid morning snacks, then naps on the beach, lunch, and a bike ride to wherever dinner was calling us. In addition to one long 20+ mile bike ride exploring the island, our days were similar, pure bliss for 7 solid days. Harper’s immune system kicked into high gear and it was as if the ocean washed away every last germ that made our lives challenging the year prior. She’s been perfectly healthy since. A solid reminder that a beach vacation is absolutely necessary in the dead of winter.
March and April proved themselves the coldest and snowiest months of spring in Minnesota history [I may be exaggerating, but I’m quite sure Sven had stats to prove this at some point]. Thankfully I had another getaway planned and visited my friends in NC. While not hot, 60 degrees surly beat -20 and 6 feet of snow. May rolled around and two life-changing events rocked my world; I turned 30 and started grad school. Since then, my hairstylist found my first gray hair and I almost cried right there in her chair. Turns out working full time + taking Biochemistry + raising a toddler takes a little toll on the ol’ body. Chemistry, which was once the bane of my existence, suddenly clicked and I walked way with an A. Thank the good Lord above; without it, my career as a nutritionist would quickly have become nonexistent.
The summer flew by way too fast, but I soaked up every minute of sun and heat that I could. We got to know our neighbors better and while some can’t stand the sight of my
terrible, awful dog that knocks over innocent children sweet Belle, the majority are great. I also discovered the highest point in our neighborhood gives sight to the skyline of Minneapolis. That was a good day.
In May we headed to Nashville for a week with family and to celebrate nuptials of friends. Jeff worked hard putting together our backyard oasis/paver patio where we now enjoy weekend mornings sipping our coffee, eating breakfast, and listening to the novels Harper is sharing. The girl is a chatterbox.
With a week off between summer classes and fall term, I’m back at it this week and couldn’t be more thrilled to be following my heart. It may have taken me 30 years to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up but I suppose it’s better late than never.