A peppered life.

written on june 5, 2006, this is getting truer by the day, hour, and minute. sophia is, and continues to be a massive inspiration in my life. only now, the difference is that she is also discovering the bad aspects of life, and, at times, that breaks my heart...

A peppered life

There is little to be left to the imagination.

There is certainly a point in life where you hit the maximum threshold and there are very few new experiences left to be experienced. For instance: I have gone to college and graduated, I have successfully planned, executed, and been in my own wedding, I have experienced nearly five years of marriage and survived, I have lived through nine months of pregnancy and childbirth, and my daughter, now almost nine months, is still alive and thriving, so I've experienced motherhood, I am, obviously, not a virgin, so I've experienced sex, I am a daughter, aunt, best friend, I have moved away from my home town and lived in a different part of the country. Get it? I just suppose that at some point, creativity becomes more paramount than anything else because it is this very thing that creates the thrill of an experience. No, I have never sky dived (or, should it be "sky dove"?) and I have yet to feel motherhood through the lenses of multiple children, field trips, little league baseball, brownies, soccer, and ballet. But, it's like a seasoned steak... You can season it, marinate it, and at some certain point, there is little more that you can do it to alter it any further. New experiences become, well, new experiences and stop feeling like NEW EXPERIENCES (lights, camera, action!). The one thing I can say, as I sip on my iced tea, sit in my lawn chair in the shade of my maple tree, and watch my daughter play in the yard (this is a euphamism), is that life is so much more wonderfully experienced through the eyes of my daughter. I feel like it is a privilege to get this opportunity and second glance at the big "firsts" in life. And, although she will, at 28, hardly remember her first independent two-wheeler bicycle ride, or losing her first tooth, I will remember and I will be so thankful to get to do it all over again.