I just looked back in my email, and it's been five months to the day since I pitched this blog to Teresa. Except it hasn't really been five months, and it wasn't really my idea. It's been much, much longer that we've wanted to do something regular, creative, shared. At first the conversations were conjectural and tentative (what if she says no?) and later, excited but unsure: what would a joint project look like? how would we keep up with it? what would we want to get out of it?
possibly related: no, almost certainly. one day to the day ago, Teresa had her first baby. (the sweetest thing I've ever seen, but that is T's to tell.) watching her go through the process of becoming a mama has left my heart aching with love and tenderness and empathy and the forlorn knowledge that we'll be doing this thing, this mothering thing, pretty far apart from each other--as the bird flies.
and that, I suppose, is the other reason we wanted to make a blog. it's been some sixteen years since we shared a roof, about the same amount of time living apart as we spent growing up together. in those long ago days we loved to play dress up and school and house and all the good make believe games that little girls enjoy when they are pretending to be adults. grownups now, we are giving ourselves a new home for imagining together--and because we are both the hospitable type, you are all invited.
(mary frances.)
