More than I Prayed For
- At September 27, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Real Life
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I was standing in the grocery store, a sticky Autumn hanging from my hip because once her grapefruit sample was done with the cart. Didn’t but me, I was just working on figuring out how to turn the cart and keep her from wiggling; wondering if Nate was able to locate sorrel leaves.
Knowing how prone he is to follow rabbit trails, I wondered, “Ok where is he?”
Not too long after I saw him round the corner, but smile on his face, chocolate bars in hand.
“Which one do you like? I wanted to get you something.”
Kinda surprised because we’ve been avoiding extra costs for a while now, him the driving force, me floundering along.
As I faced the impossible decision between truffles and caramel (just kidding! truffles all day!) he said, “I was so relieved when I turned the corner and saw you.”
Whaaa? We’re at Wheatsville on a Saturday. We do this every week. I’m the worry-wart in this relationship. And we had just been arguing at home. “Relived”?
“What? Why?”
“Because it was like ‘Ahh there she is.’ You’re my other half. At this point, I feel like something’s missing when you’re not around, even if I don’t realize it until I’m with you again. It’s gotten strong and stronger.”
The night we got engaged 😀
Morgan (loves to) Reid
Groggy Perfection
Woke up today after experiencing Nurse-ageddon, a shell of a human being. Autumn was either on the boob or stirring for it. Bahhhhhh.
Nate watches her most mornings for a couple hours so I can sleep (6-8, usually).
I emerged from my room starving (forgot to eat dinner the night before) and “ugh”ed to myself seeing that the kitchen was a mess and remembering we needed to buy groceries. Grappling in a frenzied fashion for the gluten-free cereal I gave a groggy half-smile to Nate whom I heard singing to our music-loving Autumn but the song didn’t register.
Poured cereal, clank-clink-clank. Poured milk, swoosh. Took a bite, crunch-crunch-crunch.
Personhood was returning.
I looked up to see Nate smiling at me signing Brad Paisley,
Everyday that passes
I only love her more
Yeah, she’s the one
That I’d lay down my own life for
Aww! *Heart-bursts*
I hearded little palms hitting the floor behind me, making their way closer. After finding my leg she stood, arms wrapped around smiling and talking, looking up at me.
As the grouchiness wore off and the concerns of the day subsided a but to the realization of how blessed I am it didn’t matter as much that I feel so unproductive and wonder if I’ll ever sleep again.
This snapshot isn’t exactly the what I pictured. But you never really know until you’re in the thick of it, right? Just how you’ll feel when it surrounds you.
I’ll take it.
It’s real and hard and beautiful and that is so much better than perfect.
Morgan (loves to) Reid
The clank of soaked and sprouted einkorn falling into the blender,
the errupting smell of lemon as I zest it in my hands,
seeing the final product and watching as it shrinks thinking,
Read More»Happy Sunday
- At September 21, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Austin, Picture Posts
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Our Medieval Fest took a Pioneer turn . . .
On Becoming a Homesteader
I was standing at the library’s front desk, applying for a card and waiting to checkout books for Autumn and Nate. I turned and saw Nate strolling towards me (Autumn under one arm, facing outward with legs dangling) with that familiar slight-smile on his face: o boy, what’s he up to?
“I got this book for you. I think you’ll like it.” Says the man who more often than not worries he doesn’t know what I really like and that I’ll just say “thank you” for so I won’t hurt his feelings.
I read the title. The Dirty Life? Hmmm. . . .
I open to the inserts. Now I’m the one smiling.
I really don’t like cooking . . .
But I’m working on it!
Learning more about my Meyers-Briggs personality type has really helped. I won’t go into too much detail in this post but basically, I think I’ve found how to start loving it.
I have a strong “Sensing” function. So I’m learning to put that to use in the kitchen.
Read More»Well, would you look at that.
I made something! Followed a recipe and everything. : )
Potherb and Goat Cheese Pie with a Potato Crust
Morgan (loves to) Reid
Dear Autumn: So Slow, Way Too Fast
- At September 17, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Autumn
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I was telling my friends today that I’m too much of an extrovert for this baby stage: “say something already!”
Seriously, I cannot *wait* for you to start talking. To have your little words filling my days in ways I can finally understand. It feels like it’s taking forever to get here but really, you’re taking your sweet time, way too fast.
It’s our 1st cold muggy day in Texas. While, it’s rained quite a bit this summer, the air was still warm, and the sun would always reappear before too long.
