Getting to Know Aubrey

Aubrey and I ventured down to the kitchen and enjoyed some quiet time  together before anyone else was awake on Friday morning. I had coffee, she had cereal. She "helped" me with the dishes afterward. It sounds fairly ordinary. It was special to me.

Aubrey and I haven't had nearly enough time together during her first year. Our lives have revolved around her feeding schedule, which typically means Erica takes care of her while I spend time with Graham. Our days have started and ended that way. It's made for a wonderful bond with my son; however, it's also left me feeling like I hardly know my daughter. That's why the simple act of starting our day together meant so much to me. 

Later that day, I pushed Aubrey in a swing in the middle of a park in Blowing Rock. Performers sang Christmas carols nearby as part of the town's holiday celebration. Graham was with Erica enjoying another turn in the bounce house. I had been with him on a previous trip there; now it was Erica's chance to share in his joy. Having found myself alone with Aubrey again, I soaked in her joy and felt tremendous gratitude for the moment. 

Given the freedom of Aubrey weaning, we're less restricted in our parenting roles. For me, it feels like we're finally a complete family unit rather than separate parts operating in the same parallel space.

I can't remember if those carolers were singing "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." It sure felt that way.