I am writing to share with you that I am alive and well. My beautiful wife has given birth to a little miracle and we are so thankful for their healthy presence, made known through awe-inspiring volume.
In the last year I have seen your messages. Your invitations out for an evening drink, to join you at a gig jamming to sweet sounds, to battle it out on the sweaty pickleball courts of this grand island, to film something in a fit of inspiration and put it out on the internet for all the world to see. For these invitations I am extremely grateful.
We thought we could do it all. Keep up the DINK1 lifestyle. Just strap the nugget to our backs and head out into the world. Be as strong as our social media influencer inspirations. But we have found ourselves living in what some have termed, ‘the real world.’ This is a most upsetting discovery, for which I did try to submit a complaint but nobody in customer service would take my call.
In this real world we have found that time is not infinite. That waking up six times a night does not fill you with the energy of a thousand suns. That every minute we have must be spent on keeping the nugget alive, keeping ourselves alive, and breathing in every beautiful moment of this incredible journey.
While we may have pulled back from some of our exotic pastimes such as saving money, we are finding our feet in this new life filled with priceless moments. We are reintegrating cautiously but optimistically into society. But be warned we are different.
A powerhouse of love and forgiveness. A nappy changing crew envied by the greatest F1 pitstop teams. An inseparable unit. We can vibe to Old MacDonald, hit record to capture an incredible moment in milliseconds, and these arms can carry and juggle the squirmiest precious cargo.
Looking forward to catching up on what you’ve done with all that free time of yours.
All my love.
Dual Income, No Kids