Your father and I are ultimately good people.
We make good decisions. We try to be kind to anyone we meet. We work hard.
But it seems we have an undeniable disease of bad luck.
Since I last wrote to you, a few things have happened.
-Our landlord decided he wanted to sell the home we were renting. He said we could stay if we wanted, but after dealing with realtors, and showings etc., we realized moving would ultimately be a better option. We hired a moving company...they arrived 5 hours late. We had purchased a new washer and dryer...they arrived 2 hours late. You and I sat on the floor in our empty new home waiting for everything to show up, namely, your crib, and for hours, it never did. You were exhausted and miserable with nowhere to sleep.
Oh, and did I mention we had a guest in town during this? My best friend Courtney was here visiting, enjoying all the chaos as well. Poor thing.
-Back to the new washer and dryer.
After the first wash, we realized something was wrong with the washer. A few days passed by and the repair guy was finally able to come address it. Turns out it was simply a design flaw. (SADIE, DON'T BUY SAMSUNG APPLIANCES). We needed to exchange them.
[Please imagine in your mind the mounds of laundry piling up in the background of the washer/dryer saga].
-We had to quickly pick out new ones because my mom (grandma) was coming into town a few days later. Finally, a new pair was installed, and hallelujah, there's nothing wrong with them.
But wait.
A couple days into grandma's visit, I was sitting in my room while you slept, and something caught my eye...water. LOTS of water. Soapy, fast-spreading water, was flooding our newly-moved-into-home. Grandma and I grabbed every available towel, and while slipping and laughing, we quickly tried to absorb the disaster. [We're on day 5 waiting for the repair guy. Again, imagine the laundry piles].
-Meanwhile, my Jeep was at the dealer for the hundredth time while they tried to figure out why it randomly dies. We've been to multiple places, and spent about $1,500 so far in repairs that still aren't solving the problem.
They finally discovered what's wrong with it, and the fix is over $2,000.
So, we get to sell it. And buy a new one. Again.
This isn't even everything, but certainly the highlights.
Dad and I normally laugh at all the different things that happen to us, but after the flood, I was feeling depleted. I thought to myself, it's just too much. I looked at the massive mound of dripping towels I now had to wash in the tub. The couches and chairs, all strewn about the place like there was just a terrible earthquake. Water still seeped out from under the floorboards.
And then you woke up.
This little sunbeam, jumping on her bed. Smiling and singing her little heart out.
I scooped you up and we sat on the couch in the middle of the living room.
For the next hour, you gave me the sweetest snuggles and smiles I'd ever experienced.
You sang and laughed and loved me.
Sadie girl, you legitimately "kissed me, and made it all better".
You have this incredible ability to fill people's hearts in a matter of seconds.
(Clearly, Daddy and I know that, we're your parents)
No matter where we go, people stop and just have to interact with you. You draw them in, and fill them up. You have the brightest, happiest little spirit in you, and it honestly nourishes those you come in contact with.
I bet you think I'm making this up, but it's true.
So little Sadie, thank you for being optimism personified.
You rescue Daddy and I more than you'll ever know.
xo//xo
mommy
P.S. you're walking now!
