Maine...One Week, Four Children, Endless Adventure
The first time I met Sarah was when my first baby was just 5 weeks old. I'd just shown up to the Birth Center mom & baby group and was trying to nurse my son, when not 10 minutes later, Sarah walked in with with her 2-week-old daughter and sat next to me. I thought Sarah was the most confident and glowing mom I'd ever seen. (I could barely hear what she was saying because my baby was so. loud.) But I heard enough to know that we should definitely get together again, since she made me laugh so hard that I almost forgot I was stressed out. In the fall of 2011, Sarah and I discovered we were both expecting again, and again due close together. But this time, closer - our due dates were only 2 days apart! (We have another friend in the same group, Heather, whose due date was right between ours. Our babies were all born late, not in due date order, and 2 days apart each.)
Over the years, Sarah amazed me with her continued confidence and sense of humor when it comes to parenting. She's also a talented and accomplished knitter, and has knitted our family many things, not the least of which is a set of matching ducky hats, which she brought on their trip to see us on what I'd call the last week of summer. On the drive home on their last day here, we spotted just a bit of bright red on the tops of some trees. Winds were beginning to pick up and grass and rushes blew in waves.
But for their brief time here, summer was magic. We went on many of my favorite adventures together and saw most of our favorite places. We got to ride a car ferry for the first time, which was on our summer bucket list. I got to be witness to their children's first time seeing the ocean. We visited Northern Solstice Alpaca Farm and bought yarn as well. We stopped by a fresh market to see and hold live lobsters and buy blueberries. We took the long way and pulled over to ride kiddie rides and stretch our legs and walk out on the dock and look for boats. We stopped to see someone's rabbits. We made it all the way to Good Karma Spinnery in Belfast, where we got the see the entire process from sheep to dyed yarn. It was pretty amazing!
The last day we were supposed to make it to a train museum, but to get there, we had the brilliant idea that we'd put all the guys in one car, and all us gals in the other. Well, one of the girls threw up, and the guys saw us pulled over, but didn't stop! Those guys...they came back, though, when we were already mid clean-up. We decided we'd press on, and sure enough, she was OK. But then my girl threw up. Or "pooked" as she called it. By now the guys were, we thought, long gone, and were at the museum. They were at the museum, but little did we know, it was only a couple miles away.
After our second clean-up, we found a swing in the yard of the farm house near where we'd pulled over, so we swung in it and looked at the flowers and crab apples. It turned out to be a lovely afternoon anyway, perhaps better than planned.
Tom and Sarah are fun and adventurous people, and I'm so glad they're in our lives and came 3,000 miles to see us. I could never have planned a friendship or an adventure like this one.