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When a baby is born.

September 12, 2013


When a baby is born, something shifts. The world becomes a little softer, a little quieter, a little sweeter. It’s just for a moment. Wars still rage, cars still spin against each other, the planet still overheats. But for a few seconds, the air is still as the earth breathes in a new life. A new miracle.

Yesterday I watched my little sister bring new life into this dusty world. Liam Orren Fry arrived on a hot September evening with great gusto, his face immediately puckered into a hearty cry as his parents stared in joy. In terror. In a love you can never take back.

My hands were shaking.

When a baby is born, a family is born. Sleepless nights, sore breasts, and first steps are born. A new spirit joins us and while we can never know anything for sure, we do know that birth always means the same inevitable truth. That love will always win.

It is the greatest gift.


My Tigers, My Weekend

September 4, 2012

As I mentioned on Friday, we were off to the mountains this weekend. I was just going to post a few pictures of our time together and call it a day, but then I realized you might wonder why the heck we’re petting tigers and so close to a panther.

Here’s the scoop: Some of my relatives own a small zoo in the middle of the mountains, right next to our cabin. It’s totally weird and doesn’t make a lot of sense. I still don’t understand how it survives, this tiny zoo in the middle of nowhere.

Anyways, my sister and I grew up playing with baby tigers, baby bears, and bottle feeding a baby leopard whenever we visited. It was pretty incredible.

This is the last year of the zoo’s existence, just in time for Waylon Tiger to pet his very own tiger. It made my heart swell.

Lest you think I’m bragging about my amazing life petting wildlife and skipping around the mountainside, let me paint you a picture of the rest of the weekend when not petting a tiger:

Waylon was a mess. A hot, buggy, sweaty, end-of-August mess. He whined, he cried, he clung, he skipped naps and refused to eat anything besides animal crackers. If anyone touched him who wasn’t Austin or I, he let out a bobcat scream.

Note to self: do not travel with your barely sleep trained one year old if you have to sleep in the same room. We were all sleep deprived. Every time we let out a tiny sneeze or turned over in bed, he was up and wanting out. Lightest sleeper ever.

It wasn’t all bad. I was able to visit with some of my cousins I only ever see at holidays and get my hair cut. I’m excited to return when the leaves are changing and when Waylon can have his own room.

Here are a few pictures, including Waylon in his true form.

We’re ready for fall.