Two lively little girls slept over at our urban farmhouse last night. Adeline, our niece, and Johannah, our cousin's daughter chased chickens, played soccer, and read stories until they were tuckered out and tucked into the "big bed," a queen-sized air mattress in my sewing room. Well after they were supposed to be sleeping, I was being called into mediate. "Kelli! Addy keeps talking to me and waking up Mossimo!" "Kelli! Addy licked me!" "Kelli! I have to go potty!" I'm certain that I fell asleep long before their energy wore down.
Just a day or two past Johannah turning three and a half, we spent our last day together. That morning when I walked in, she said, "You know what, Kelli? I'm 3 1/2 now and I discovered this morning my feet are closer to the ground than when I was just three." I didn't want our day to be over the top because I didn't want to play up that it was my last day. So we colored and painted and went to the park. We went to lunch at First Slice and shared a piece of pie. We played a bit before her nap and she woke up just before I left.
I'm at a loss for words to describe what an experience it's a been to share in the life of this individual soul. These last 3+ years have been the best yet as I stepped away from a stressful job, went back to graduate school, and earned a Master's degree, and settled into my home and the life I want to live. She's very much been a part of this process and I'm honored to have participated in the process of raising a child.
I have been hired on at my internship and started my new position as Coordinator of Community Development and Sustainability for the 45th Ward.