I remember sitting here, writing a post at this same time last year. We were still in that blissful newlywed phase, I had a lovely St. Lucian tan, and Jeff was ready to go do his job. We had no idea he would complete camp, just to suffer a devestating injury Week 1.
This year, thing are a little different; I write this with a sweet sleeping baby in my lap. I listen to her quiet breath as I type away looking for the words to descibe how I’m feeling as my husband begins his fourth season as a Kansas City Chief. I have to be honest, I’m feeling a mix between absolute fear of being a “single parent” for these next few weeks, unbridled excitement as I can’t wait to see all the incredible things he will accomplish this year, and sadness as my best friend departs.
Last year, I spent an entire week filling a box with his favorite snack and homemade goodies. This year I forgot to dry some of his clothes and the modest snack bag I did have time to prepare didn’t make it into the car. It’s ok though. Jeff got to spend his last morning with us and that’s enough. I’ll bring the snacks and clean clothes in a couple days. As I progress in my photography journey, I am learning just how important it is to actually be in at least a few photos. That’s why this morning I decided to set up the tripod and pull out the remote so we could take a few pictures with all of us in them.
Jeff, we are incredibly proud of you and love you the most!
Marissa + Joy