This story never gets old for me. I revisit it often. Somehow I find myself with an amazing partner and baby, living in Lexington in a little stone house. I don’t know what my life would look like if not this. Before I got pregnant, Edie and I had plans to rent an apartment on Broadway in Nashville. We were going to sell our cars and walk/bike everywhere. Our money came from restaurant jobs and we stayed out late playing DIY house shows. We improvised most of our live performances. I miss all of those things without wanting to be in that place again.
No, it is much sweeter to be in our home, working on our passions while taking care of baby Roscoe. She talks to herself a lot, in babbles and guttural screams. Sings herself to sleep, her “aaaahhhh’s” becoming softer as she drifts off. She gnaws on everything with two sharp teeth. Loves fabrics and textures, ceiling fans and light fixtures, wooden toys, rolling around on quilts handmade for her by friends from all over the country. When Roscoe is around I have a hard time worrying about anything. It feels like a waste to be stressed or upset when I have this pure, curious person in front of me. Just being present and being myself are enough for her, and being enough for her is enough for me.