a person who toddles, especially a young child learning to walk.
The other night, I had a dream that took place at Lander. I was presumably still a student in the dream, although the context of this particular dream was less “classes and exams” and more “dementors are attacking the University” styled action-dream. In retrospect, I’m guessing this was Saturday night, after I’d watched most of the Deathly Hallows Part 2 at the drive-in. Anyway, despite the dream’s surreal departure from any true events, current or past, I still woke up feeling like a [worn out, existentially and magically confused] college student. With my brain slowly trying to move from dreamland into reality, my confusion peaked as I rolled over and saw a sleeping toddler next to me.
My sleeping toddler. My sleeping toddler.
Because of my unswerving dedication to keeping this blog technically accurate on all counts, I have to confess to you that my son is now a toddler. My research tells me that there are two ways of defining the official transition from baby to toddler – the first, as defined above and suggested by the word itself, is when the youngster begins to walk. The second defined transition, which is generally used in discussing age-related development, is when the child passes his first birthday. Finn falls squarely into both categories, as he is now thirteen solid months of age, and is walking with a grace that he clearly doesn’t get from his clumsy mother. However, technical accuracy aside, it’s really a very gradual transition that I’m not sure will be as starkly drawn as these definitions would have it. In fact, were the definition of the word based squarely on my emotional readiness to begin calling him a toddler, the transition would probably still be many years away.
Still, I do love it when I have moments that bring to a sharp clarity the amazing changes in life that can sometimes be dulled by their gradualness… by the everyday minutiae that surrounds them. I guess sometimes the awe in these moments is a little bittersweet, as if I’m suddenly forced to mourn for the moments, days, and years that are gone. But mostly, they are the moments when I most clearly see God’s hand in my life.
I wrote (and discarded) a first draft of this post, and its intent was sort of to catch up on things and describe my days – except I quickly realized that my days lately are slow, long, and when put into words they definitely come off as “dull”. But it’s not true! Even when my days are full of routine and things that would sound dull, life is absolutely amazing! So having no desire to write about things that are dull, I do want on occasion to tell you of the things that are exceptional… to me, anyway.
We are leaving tomorrow for a beach vacation – a mere two days, but enough to enjoy the sun and sand and ocean. I enjoy looking forward to vacations almost as much as the vacations themselves, so I’m already in a state of excited bliss! Tomorrow also marks four years that Brian and I have been married – a happy coincidence that was realized only after the vacation was booked (yes – I did almost forget my anniversary! Don’t tell!) They have easily been the four happiest years of my life. And, only because I’m living under the mandate that I need three good points to make this a good paragraph, I will add that as of last week, I can finally make pizza from scratch. You know, some things are only hard because you spend years of your life thinking they’re hard. As it turns out, you can make real pizza without having to throw anything into the air and then catch it again.
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