|Me, T, Bab's|
5 years ago, Tristen and I moved to Portland, all by ourselves. We had no one. We knew no one. It wasn't until I had been with Rhett for six months, over 2 years later, that Tristen's local emergency contact was someone that had actually been to our home, and wasn't a semi-stranger of a co-worker that I had hesitantly approached and asked if I could use their phone number as an emergency contact, just in case. Vulnerable, to say the least; uncomfortable and worrisome, at best, is the only way I can describe those first couple years of living here, on our own, alone.
Not having anyone to rely on made me rely on my own strength and perseverance, and though it made me fiercely independent, there were many times over the years, that having a child, by myself, in a town, by myself, has felt very lonely. It's a strange kind of loneliness. The kind that makes you tear up, just thinking about it... like I am tearing up right now, again. For the second time, today..
.. earlier, I teared up too. I just couldn't help it, as I reread the text, and thought about the message from the second sister, that moved to Portland today, and how she was picking up Tristen, and they were going to our other sister's house. And joy tears just fell out of my eyes. To know Tristen was with my sisters, having fun, being taken care of, loved on as only family can love, and that Rhett and I would meet up after work too, and we would all hang out. And eat pizza. And play wiiu. And just all be together. Gosh darn it! I'm tearing up again. Ugh! It's just so sweet. So, so sweet to have my littlest sisters here in the same town with me. It just makes me tear up. Life just got sweeter today.