Falling

I only knew my husband for six months from the day we met to the day we were married.  My family was understandably very concerned.  I can't explain how our marriage has worked out so perfectly.  It was not well thought out and yet we are so completely happy.  I liken it to a small planted seed growing into a sturdy tree.

I didn't fall in love with my son until he was almost seven months old.  He suffered from colic.  Hours of non-stop screaming, sleep deprivation and a bit of postpartum depression didn't endear me to the poor kid.  At seven months JAC learned to crawl and I remember looking at him.  I felt like I was seeing him for the first time.  He was an intense, joyful, active little guy and I loved him.

Today I had a perfect morning with the same little guy I fell in love with.  He is still intense, joyful and active but his personality has so many more layers.  He is very ordered and determined.  I watched him drag a bag full of basketballs out the club door like and undersized Santa with his pack.  He removed each ball and put them in a perfect line.  He was happy.  We played baseball, investigated each vehicle on the lot and ate french fries for lunch.

Today I learned three people I love dearly are coming to Kathmandu for a visit.  My excitement is brimming because I want to hug them and enjoy every minute with them.  I also want to show them my Kathmandu.  When we moved here I spent the first two months trying to catch my breath.  The following two months I hated the traffic, complained about the pollution and constantly missed my old friends.  Recently I noticed a change.  I have fallen very unexpectedly for Kathmandu.

I think learning to navigate the roads helped.  When my driver quit I took over behind the wheel and now I know back alleys and secret shops.  I feel a sense of ownership  The never slowing traffic feels ironic and I'm honking at every inconvenience like the locals.  The grittiness adds personality and makes me even more thankful for the iconic snow covered peaks in the background.  Kathmandu is my home.

All of the best things in my life were unexpected.   I know consistency and planning are more valued skills but today I hope something wonderfully unexpected happens to you too.