I am pregnant. With anticipation. With worry. With joy. With child. Yep, you heard me….Zach and I have created another little bean with a little help from our genetic counterparts. And, let’s not pretend, some practice.
It has been oh, so long since I last wrote on this here blog. It’s a shame. I know. I am trying to sort through all of the craziness of life and hold onto the reins at the same time. But, how I long to fly! Or, more accurately, just have a second to breathe. Just enough time to take that last breath before my head goes under water. Because, let’s face it, I feel like I am underwater. I am tired. I am sluggish. And I am running like a herd of wild buffalo to keep up with everything happening around here.
In case you haven’t heard….it’s carnival season here in New Orleans. That means, lots of purple, green, and gold. Lots of glitter, masks, dancing, music. And an incredible amount of chaos leading up the the grand event…FAT TUESDAY! Now, for the rest of y’all that just means Tuesday…..but to us, it means a day of revelry and chaos and color and fun! I CANNOT WAIT!! I have been ready for Mardi Gras since before Christmas! I had King Cake the first day I saw it for sale. And lemme tell you, I am not the only one! There is something palpable in the air….and let’s be honest…we all need it after that Saints playoff loss. Lucky for us, this city knows how to celebrate…anything, anytime, anywhere….but especially at home!
Last Saturday, as we were picking at the remnants of our soul food plates from across the street, I was so excited to hear the first “practice” second line of the season making it’s way under the overpass. To my delight, they proceeded down our street and it was fantastic! SO many young ones carrying on the tradition of jazz, and second lining, and being proud of making noise it made me want to jump up and dance……and of course, dance I did! I love it. Nothing can compare to the feeling of excitement that accompanies the spectacle that you all out there in the world call Mardi Gras. To us, it’s just home. It’s normal. It’s natural. And by damn….we have waited all year for it and it cannot come soon enough!
I am super excited for Sailor. This will be her second Mardi Gras, but her first to really get it. I hope she holds it as dear as I do. I hope she sees all of the beauty that I see in it…and not just the garbage, drunks, and nakedness.
Waiting for Fat Tuesday,