The Middle of the Beginning
We're a little late to the blogging trend party, but here we are nonetheless.
Why? Maybe it's curiosity. Maybe it's vanity.
My actual goal is to chronicle our life so we have something to look back on with wonder and fondness. I've always been an oversharer, so why not make it public! Smaller goals are to improve on my writing, maybe make someone smile with how wonderfully wild my little family is.
Ten years ago, I fell in love with my best friend. He wasn't my best friend then, not yet. It was your typical teenage every friend is your "BFF", but from the moment I saw him, I fell hard. Don't get me wrong, I TOTALLY kept my cool. Waited for the perfect moment (read: worked up the courage) and finally, brazenly, decided to ask him out the next day. So proud of my decision, I smiled as he texted me minutes later. He had a surprise to tell me. He. Got. A. Girlfriend.
So, that was that. We stayed friends, and I graduated a few months later. I wrote in the yearbook that I sold him that we'd always be friends, no matter what. I promised. And over the past ten years, he's held me to that.
We grew apart, came together, but always kept in touch over the years. Then in what seemed like an instant but was actually the span of a couple months (and an awkward "we're not dating, we're just friends who both happen to be single together" Valentine's Day) we started dating. As if I couldn't love that boy any more than I already did. We fell together like the two sides of a pb&j.
Matthew has helped me become the woman and mother I am today. He's my comfort and solace, and, until our son gets to be a toddler I'm sure, the biggest pain in my ass.
Living in 300 square feet with my best friend is one of the greatest joys of my life. I adore moving (yeah, I know) and this home of ours gives us the opportunity to go wherever our hearts desire. We got so tired of paying into apartments, pet fees, deposits, etc. so we made the leap. We bought a new 30ft bumper pull camper, and started planning it all out.
Don't get me wrong, it's not all peaches. These things are not exactly made to last, and definitely not made to be in full time. But we're a pretty damn good team, and with my organizational skills and his "vast knowledge of infinite universes" (his words for construction skills) and infallible patience it's what I imagine it's like to live in a tree house or couch fort with your favorite person in the whole world.
We get some strange looks, and only partly because we play Tag and Marco Polo in the grocery store sometimes. The others are when we tell people yes, really, we live in a camper. With a newborn. And a dog, cat, and last but not least a gerbil. Yes, we could live more traditionally. No, we don't want to. There will be time for that later. For now, we're gonna soak up every new town, every new adventure. For now, we're gonna ramble on down the road whenever it calls us.
-Mama Lamb
Why? Maybe it's curiosity. Maybe it's vanity.
My actual goal is to chronicle our life so we have something to look back on with wonder and fondness. I've always been an oversharer, so why not make it public! Smaller goals are to improve on my writing, maybe make someone smile with how wonderfully wild my little family is.
Ten years ago, I fell in love with my best friend. He wasn't my best friend then, not yet. It was your typical teenage every friend is your "BFF", but from the moment I saw him, I fell hard. Don't get me wrong, I TOTALLY kept my cool. Waited for the perfect moment (read: worked up the courage) and finally, brazenly, decided to ask him out the next day. So proud of my decision, I smiled as he texted me minutes later. He had a surprise to tell me. He. Got. A. Girlfriend.
So, that was that. We stayed friends, and I graduated a few months later. I wrote in the yearbook that I sold him that we'd always be friends, no matter what. I promised. And over the past ten years, he's held me to that.
We grew apart, came together, but always kept in touch over the years. Then in what seemed like an instant but was actually the span of a couple months (and an awkward "we're not dating, we're just friends who both happen to be single together" Valentine's Day) we started dating. As if I couldn't love that boy any more than I already did. We fell together like the two sides of a pb&j.
Matthew has helped me become the woman and mother I am today. He's my comfort and solace, and, until our son gets to be a toddler I'm sure, the biggest pain in my ass.
Living in 300 square feet with my best friend is one of the greatest joys of my life. I adore moving (yeah, I know) and this home of ours gives us the opportunity to go wherever our hearts desire. We got so tired of paying into apartments, pet fees, deposits, etc. so we made the leap. We bought a new 30ft bumper pull camper, and started planning it all out.
Don't get me wrong, it's not all peaches. These things are not exactly made to last, and definitely not made to be in full time. But we're a pretty damn good team, and with my organizational skills and his "vast knowledge of infinite universes" (his words for construction skills) and infallible patience it's what I imagine it's like to live in a tree house or couch fort with your favorite person in the whole world.
We get some strange looks, and only partly because we play Tag and Marco Polo in the grocery store sometimes. The others are when we tell people yes, really, we live in a camper. With a newborn. And a dog, cat, and last but not least a gerbil. Yes, we could live more traditionally. No, we don't want to. There will be time for that later. For now, we're gonna soak up every new town, every new adventure. For now, we're gonna ramble on down the road whenever it calls us.
-Mama Lamb
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