I was sitting at the dining room table this evening eating dinner with my boy, and only my boy, since it is harvest and my husband is reduced to this guy who I have apparently long conversations about the Sopranos with when he finally makes it to bed around midnight each night. In typical almost-2 fashion, my boy ate some and then threw his sippy cup across the room, and then ate some more, and then got up to try his bottom on every other chair in the dining room. Eventually he got to the chair next to mine, decided it still wasn’t good enough and gracefully, insistently and undeniably crossed the gap into my lap, wedging himself into the small space between me and the table. It was just One Of Those Days when I had to pick my battles and right then, having a naughty but happy gorgeous boy in my lap wasn’t a fight worth fighting. Instead I teased him while taking a few bites of my own meal, until he decided that facing forward wasn’t good enough and he needed to be facing me. Again, whatever. I didn’t help him and it took him awhile to figure out the turning maneuver, but eventually there he was on my lap, nose to nose with me. He wrapped his arms around my neck, laid his head on my chest, and fell asleep almost immediately. This was at 6:30, when normal bed time is 8.
Sometimes the universe just hands you lemonade.
I read this blog often. I’ll recall an event that I blogged about and wish to revisit it, or it will randomly pop into my head: “what WAS life like as a 2nd year vet student?”, and I’ll go back and remember. I love being able to do that.
I grew up in Maine. Small town, small high school. It was pretty sheltered and innocent and a good foundation.
I used to live in Boston. I worked in an office, sitting at a computer all day. I went shopping 4 times a week, dated lots of wrong men, went to trendy bars and dive bars hung out with my friends and lived a pretty stereotypical city life.
I went to vet school. I spent four years stressed and studying and studying and studying and studying and hanging out with new friends and feeling rather awkward and out-of-place and occasionally lonely.
I met a farmer, I graduated. I married him. I moved to the country. I opened a vet practice. I had a baby.
The past few years of my life – the years of this blog – have been full of massive changes and upheavals. It was a great time, and hopefully a good story. Now that things have calmed down, I wonder more than ever – what DOES come next? Another baby? A new direction for the clinic? Changes with my family or friends’ lives? Maybe this is just it for a little while.
Now, I’m a mom, a veterinarian, a farmers wife, an Iowan (eh, sort of). I live in a farmhouse in the country. There are things I miss from my old life, and things that irritate me about my current one, but still I feel like there was a lottery for happiness, and without even knowing that I had entered, I WON.
It’s the right time to retire this blog, because it couldn’t have a happier ending than the life I’m living now, and I love a happy ending. Thank you for reading.