A few weeks ago, I had one of those surreal moments where I could literally be in the moment and truly realize how blessed I am. I had just finished eating dinner with the Wakefield clan in Annapolis and all of a sudden per Cameron’s insistence we broke out into our own little dance party while listening to Raphael Saadiq’s “The Way I See It.” I walked away for just a moment and two seconds later I hear a set of two-year-old feet run behind me, grab my hand, and say “Meah too!” and he promptly brought me back to the living room to keep on dancing. (For those of you who don’t get down with toddler lingo, that’s Cam speak for “You do it too, Meah!) I knew that that blessed moment would be one that I would treasure forever.
I had more than one person ask me at the top of the summer, “Why exactly are you moving to ANNAPOLIS??? What’s out there? What are you going to do there?” I didn’t move to Annapolis because it was closer or more convenient to my hectic life. I didn’t move out there because I had a great affinity for all things woodsy (although I’ve grown to love the quiet, peace, and tranquility of Annapolis and the beautiful group of deer who greet me each night on the way home.) I moved to Annapolis because a dear friend and her husband GENEROUSLY opened up their home to me just when I needed it. They warmly welcomed me and all my furniture, my nocturnal tendencies, my random gospel singing, and all my preservative-full food into their organic-friendly home. They gave me the joy of being with their AMAZING son and being part of his life. Most importantly, they gave me a warm and cozy place to call home just as I was making some of the biggest decisions in my life thus far.
Max, Jessica, and Cameron Wakefield, thank you for loving me just like family. Being able to call your home my own for these past few months has been one of the greatest gifts to me in 2013. Thank you for your abundant generosity and thank you for making a space for Meah, too.