March Forth, With Love.

Rebecca Fox Starr — Thu, 05 Mar 2015 15:05:18 +0000

The fourth of March has been an important day for me for many years. It is a happy day and it is a sad day.

First, happy. March 4th is my girl J’s birthday, and yesterday she celebrated the big 3-0.

I stayed up until midnight so I could make sure to wish her a “Happy Day” the moment that it became March 4th. That’s the very least I could do, as this girl deserves so much.

The most special part of J’s birthday, for me, was the outpouring of love that I got to see her receive. She did not just receive the perfunctory “HBD”; People took time to write long and heartfelt notes about what a good human being she is; How she is more giving and loving and positive and warm than anyone else in the world. I am her #1 fan.

Yesterday was also a sad day for my family. It was the 8 year anniversary of when we lost my beloved Uncle. My daughter is named for him, and my son is like a mini version of him; but we still miss him very much.

I was trying to think of how to honor him, yesterday.

My daughter had a late opening at school, so I had to juggle the baby’s nap and driving her in. I let them both get into my bed to snuggle up and at one point I had my son, his head on my shoulder, sleeping soundly on my left side and my daughter, cuddled up on to me, silently, on my right, and I thought, “This is it. This is how I honor him.”

When I picked her up from school at the end of the day, I looked behind me and saw this:

We honor him with love.

On March 4th every year, I have the unique opportunity to mourn the past and celebrate the future.

But from now on, instead of highs and lows, I will just honor the day with love,

for that is what my J

and my Uncle

and our family members (those by blood and those by choice)

deserve.

And nothing less.

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The Story of Us

mommyeverafter — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 22:53:03 +0000

So, I could totally write about how today, we spent an hour watching my baby feed herself chicken and peas, and how her face now looks like a green cubist portrait; I could write about our family jam session to Eric Clapton’s “Bell Bottom Blues”, and how when I serenaded my husband, I saw his eyes get all teary, which made my heart do somersaults; I could write about how we laughed so hard last night before bed that I got a tummy ache;
but you know what? I think I’d rather just live it
(if that’s OK with you).

But, I don’t want to leave you hanging, either. Today, a friend of mine asked me the story of how K and I met, and so, I decided to republish that story: The Story of Us.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
And, just so you know, Chapter 4 involves hosing this baby down, cozying up in our pjs and enjoying every second of our winter vacation. I really, really like this chapter.
Happy Christmas Eve Eve.
I raise a piece of peppermint bark to you,
send my love to you and yours
and hope this is the start of a bright holiday season to all.

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March Forth, With Love.

The Story of Us