We Moved to Alabama Exactly a Year Ago

For most of my life, I subconsciously hoped that somehow I would find access to a time machine. That way, I could go back with what I know now and change my future; ensuring that I would live the best possible version of my life.

But now, at age 44, I no longer feel that way. There is no need nor desire to go back in time. Instead, I can move forward with the rest of my life, with what I know now and live the best version as it is; as it has already become.

It didn’t take a time machine to get me to this conclusion, though. Instead, it took me moving my family three hours away.

Has it already been a year since our family moved from Tennessee to Alabama? The answer would be a surprising… actually, yes.

It was Memorial Day of last year that I drove that giant moving truck over the mountain and then we officially moved our belongings into our freshly renovated “new” Alabama home.

And now, a year later, I can confirm that us moving here has been one of the biggest and best decisions I have ever made. Our lives are collectively less stressful and more meaningful.

The way I would like to phrase it is this:

We left behind a “hustle and bustle” lifestyle in the Nashville area that was swirling in chaos, conflict, and emotional turmoil. That was just the norm there.

Now compare that to our “quiet” lifestyle here in my home town that is identified by being calm, stable, and settled.

Specifically, something I am able to pinpoint is that here in our new version of life together as a family, we are more emotionally connected with not only each other, but those all around us as well.

My joke of a New Year’s Resolution back in January was to “become more vulnerable and more in touch with my emotions.” Well, that’s exactly what has happened to me since we moved here. I now realize one of the underlying secrets about how life works:

That as human beings, our most fundamental currency is emotional connection.

But how does one obtain this so-called “emotional connection”? Here is what my new life in Alabama has taught me:

Slowing things down enough to be not only ask questions that mutually build emotional intimacy, but also being mutually emotionally vulnerable to answer those questions.

Instead of, “How was school today?”, the question becomes, “What was something that challenged you today?”

It’s about creating space for the other person to feel safe enough to describe how they actually feel and then hold up a mirror to that emotion for them to reflected back.

If it’s sadness, validate that emotion without trying to cheer them up.

If it’s excitement, validate that emotion without downplaying their reasoning as mediocre.

We are all emotional people. This is what actually connects us.

As for myself, I realized this year that I am actually more emotional than most people, I just didn’t have the environment nor ability to recognize it until now.

I needed to move here for that truth to become apparent.

So now, I get to live the rest of my quiet life in Alabama with my family, knowing that what we were missing before was the time and space to be emotionally connected.

I now let go of any fantasy of getting my hands on a time machine.

Dear Holly: The Memorial Day Block Party 2021

5 years, 1 month.

Dear Holly,

Last Saturday in Alabama, Aunt Dana and Uncle Andrew hosted a block party in their backyard for Memorial Day Weekend.

You and your cousin Darla especially loved the big inflatable jumpy house with a waterslide!

A year ago, people weren’t able to get together like this. I feel like here lately, at least for our family, we’re finding reasons to have big gatherings with family and friends; like the Easter Egg Hunt and my 40th birthday party at Nonna and Papa’s house.

The summer is here- and this year, we get to hang out with other people too!

Love,

Daddy

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Strep Throat on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

5 years, 6 months.

Dear Jack: Strep Throat on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

Dear Jack,

The trend last week among kids in pre-school in the Nashville area was to catch Strep Throat for the first time. Your best friend Libby caught it, then you did the next day. Fortunately, your high fever of 104 signaled Mommy to take you to the doctor before the sore throat symptom ever kicked in.

Afterwards, I picked up your prescription from Publix, which was actually completely free; must be some kind of deal that Publix has worked out with the state of Tennessee.

Had the Strep Throat really gotten a good hold on you, we wouldn’t have been able to travel to Nonna and Papa’s house in Alabama for Memorial Day weekend. You really didn’t know any signs of being sick the whole time.

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Mommy made sure though, that your water bottles were especially labelled. Even then, I still accidentally ended up drinking of it. Hopefully, my vegan immune system will be strong enough to fight off the germs before they ever do any damage.

Nonna had recently bought a Cozy Coupe car, second hand. You loved driving it around the house, making an obstacle course of furniture and human beings.

Dear Jack: Strep Throat on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

While I took a 90 minute nap on Saturday, you played outside with Nonna and Poppa. Based on the pictures Mommy took, it looks like there was a water house, barrel, and sidewalk chalk involved, which temporarily stayed your face a charcoal color.

Dear Jack: Strep Throat on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

Afterwards, you cooled off by coming inside and baked “crispy poop”, which was obviously your own idea. You mixed up cocoa powder and other various ingredients in a bowl and then Nonna baked it in the oven for you.

Dear Jack: Strep Throat on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

To my surprise, you actually ate some of it… and liked it!

You also really enjoyed playing hide-and-seek with your cousin Calla. We celebrated her 5th birthday a few weeks early.

Despite having Strep Throat, you had a great time anyway. Good thing we got the medicine so early!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Strep Throat on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

Dear Holly: You Met Your Alabama Cousins on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

5 weeks.

Dear Holly: You Met Your Alabama Cousins on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

Dear Holly,

Whereas a few weeks ago you met your Pennsylvania cousins when they drove down to Tennessee, this past weekend we drove to Alabama to meet your only cousins on my side of the family.

Not only did you meet your cousins Darla (who is 6 months old) and Calla (who is turning 5 years old in a few weeks, so we celebrated her birthday while we were all together), but you also met your Uncle Andrew and Aunt Dana (my sister), as well as your Great Uncle Al and Great Aunt Sharon.

Dear Holly: You Met Your Alabama Cousins on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

It just so happened that you and Darla happened to own and be wearing the same “Super Awesome” shirt.

Nonna and Aunt Dana both commented you act like a little kitten. I had never thought about that before, but I totally see it now.

One of my favorite pictures I took from the trip was when I was packing up our bags in the hatchback of my Honda Element and saw Papa saying goodbye to your brother Jack. It appeared Papa was kissing Jack on the forehead, meanwhile you witnessed the event in wonder.

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I love the look on your face, as a month-old baby, as you tried to figure out what was going on in the seat next to you.

At this point in your life, you’re still probably trying to distinguish who any person is beyond Mommy, me, and Jack.

Because right now your life pretty much revolves around your immediate needs being met, that’s about the extent of your understanding of love.

As you get older, you will be able to understand how much your family loves you, beyond just feeding you, changing your diapers, and helping you get to sleep.

Seriously, that look on your face is very special to me. It’s you looking at your future; the ability to truly understand love beyond dirty diapers and formula in a bottle.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Met Your Alabama Cousins on Memorial Day Weekend 2016

dad from day one: She’s Starting to Show

Seventeen weeks.

As I predicted earlier, the process of coming to terms with the fact that my wife and I will actually be bringing a baby into this world is one that is done in phases; yes, the inevitable comparison of peeling back the layers of an onion.  With each new proof of life inside of my wife’s womb, another new sense of realization happens, often accompanied with my own eyes “watering”.

(Conveniently for me and my onion reference, this week our baby is the size of an onion.)

It’s official- my wife is starting to show.  And she’s “carrying the baby high”, which often is a clue that it’s a girl.  We took a trip to target on Memorial Day in an attempt to find some “stretchy pants”.  While she didn’t find what she was looking for, I ended up walking out of there with a 3 disc set of Hall & Oates greatest hits for $15- so it all worked out.

The Bump says:

“Baby’s skeleton is hardening, changing from rubbery cartilage to bone, and fat is finally accumulating around it. The umbilical cord is getting thicker and stronger, and those little fingers and toes are now topped by one-of-a-kind prints.”

http://community.thebump.com/cs/ks/blogs/2ndtrimester/pages/week-17-onion.aspx?r=0

All pictures with the “JHP” logo were taken by Joe Hendricks Photography:

Blog- www.photojoeblog.com

Website- www.joehendricks.com