I am insanely jealous of my favorite blogger, Kristy Sammis.
It’s an everyday occurrence, this jealousy. Her blog is what I aspire for mine to be: accessible, insightful, hilarious and widely read. Her writing is so sharp and filled with wit that I laugh out loud almost every time I read it. And her willingness to be open and vulnerable to her readers makes us all feel as if she’s on her way over for dinner.
Every day, I want to be her. Today, I want to be her for a different reason.
Last evening, around 6 p.m., Kristy gave birth to Eve Elizabeth. Which means that last evening around 6:01 p.m., she fell in love. And today she’s fully grasping what it means to love so deeply and without condition that it’s almost unbearable.
Her delivery experience, as she chronicled it in vivid and hilarious detail on Twitter, has helped me to relive my own experience of three-and-a-half years ago, and remember how divine it felt to finally see what all the fuss was about. To realize that I’d never felt so at ease about anything in my life as I felt about holding and caring for my child. To stare into her eyes and see my own soul staring back at me. To want to explore and touch and search and stare and smell and soak in the wonder for hours on end.
Today, the rest of us will work and write and complain and smile and eat and sing and exercise and drive and read. We’ll go about our lives as we do most days. If we’re smart, we’ll take note of the small things and celebrate them.
As we do, Kristy will spend the day enveloped in love as she’s never felt it.
I am thrilled for her. And I am jealous.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
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HA! I swear on a stack of bibles I've had to restrain my @replies to Kristy to bare minimum. I checked twitter constantly during her 4 day labor and feel like I was right there for this marvelous experience. She, on the other hand, doesn't know I exist and probably thinks I'm a stalker.
I, too, had a twinge of jealousy, but mostly joy that another woman has doubled the size of her heart in welcoming a baby into her arms. Her labor was so like my first I wanted to hold her hand the whole time.
I am grateful for social media. I am able to share such experiences with well, yes strangers, but also with friends. I adore facebook and twitter and have a blogroll I read religiously. It's a brave new world, and I love it.
BTW, why am I not following you on twitter? I'm @theschellcafe.
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