Matt’s wife, Liz, passed away just 27 hours after giving birth to their daughter, Madeline. She died of a pulmonary embolism as she was on her way to hold her daughter for the first time. (Madeline was born seven weeks early, and Liz had been on bed rest for five weeks, followed by a c-section.) Matt writes honestly about the first year of Madeline’s life, and about his life with Liz.
The book is heartbreaking and beautiful. It’s full of sorrow and loss and love and hope. It’s also full of bad words, but I actually found that fact quite endearing. It’s easy to see past the language to the heart of a husband grieving for his wife, a father grieving for his daughter’s loss of a mother, trying to do his very best to fill both roles for his little girl.
I’ve been reading Matt’s blog since just after Liz passed away. He has a unique way of writing, and he seems to effortlessly tell stories through his photos. His is one of my favourite blogs.
I loved the book and I highly recommend it. As sad and heartbreaking a story he and Liz have, it’s also heartwarming and will make you laugh.
I wrote a post earlier today, but deleted it because even I couldn’t stand my whining. I’ve been in this funk and I’ve been trying to claw my way out of it. It’s hard. But this song has been in my head ever since Sunday morning. I love it. It’s helping.
Here’s an acoustic version:
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It’s an earworm that I actually enjoy.
A week or so ago, Venessa invited me to go to an aquasize class with her. I laughed at first, but then I figured it would be fun, and agreed to go. And it was. Fun, that is. And I laughed. A lot. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sore in the morning. And I might just agree to go again. Because I liked it.
When Liliana was teeny, I swam lanes a couple times a week, and I quite miss the pool. I’ll admit that aquasize isn’t quite as hardcore as swimming lanes, but I’ve hardly moved a muscle since the whole asthma thing (what? not being able to breathe is scary!), so I’m going to have to ease my way into this whole moving thing. And aquasize is one of those don’t knock it till you’ve tried it things. It’s hard work!
a happy ending
This day ended so much better than it began. As I was starting dinner, Noah sent me out of the house for some alone time. (I may have been a wee bit grumpy.) I headed straight to my happy place.
The land of coffee and books. He took care of dinner, feeding the kids, and getting them ready for swimming. I came home, picked them up, and sat at the pool and read for 45 minutes. Then I took the girls home, and handed them off to Noah to put to bed while I headed to a different pool with two lady friends. Not so shabby, if you ask me. And I don’t even mind that I smell like chlorine because I was too lazy to shower at the pool.
Showering is overrated, anyway.