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In Gratitude

In Gratitude

October 9th, 2015 1 Comment

Incredibly, Quentin is one month old today. The time has at once flown and dragged painfully by (3am feedings, I’m looking at you) through this period of what someone dear recently, and very appropriately, described as “bootcamp.” Certainly we’re experiencing both extreme psychological and physical challenges, though there is more muscle atrophy than muscle building happening currently.

As some of you know, Quentin’s birth was not an easy one. Certainly very few birth stories are especially easeful, but ours was one for the books. I wanted to take a moment today to thank all of you, my dear ones, who gathered around us in those early days, and those special few whose sustained support has been invaluable in the weeks since. I had grand visions of sending out proper thank you cards to each of you angels, but all hopes of that have flown to the wind along with such ambitious notions as (cue hysterical laughter) maintaining a clean house, keeping spit up on burp cloths, and sleeping for more than two hours in a row.

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So here may I extend our eternal and sincere gratitude to those gracious individuals who fed our new family with delicious home-cooked meals, to those who buoyed our spirits by sending flowers or simply their love and support, and to those who generously contributed their presence and hands-on assistance. Truly, each one of you made such a difference in your unique way and we cannot thank you enough.

Though new parenthood is indeed challenging and fraught with deprivation, we could not be more grateful for this little man who has blessed us by joining our family. And the rewards are many. The moments of pure, unadulterated joy and love shine through like flames in the darkness. I cannot wait for the years of growth we have ahead. Together.

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One Response to “In Gratitude”

  1. steve says:

    Beautifully expressed! Thank you both! Brought back memories of holding Jacob in my arms moments after his arrival and wondering what his life would hold…