Just Another Sunday

It was just a regular Sunday here. I did some laundry, stripped the beds, made a grocery list and took Ave with me to the store. As usual, the final tally was double what I intended, both in cost and time. I shrugged it off because I was having great one-on-one time with Ave and despite taking a long time I was going to be done with the tedium of Sunday chores before 3pm, which never happens.

We were walking up the stairs and Sean called to me, “Did you get my text?” I had not and my shoulders slumped imagining that I was going to need to head back out for some very important something or other.

I was wrong.

The very important something or other was of a completely different variety. Finley, our perfect, completed-our-family exclamation point (when I’m happy) and my last baby (when I’m maudlin) had lost her first tooth.

I missed it.

She never said it was loose. Never mused about when she might lose her first tooth. The story goes, she walked quietly into the bathroom, came out with a slightly bloodied towel and said, “Sorry, I had no idea this was coming, but, there it is, I lost my first tooth.”

The thing about Fin, even though I missed it, she made me feel glad that it happened. She is infectious and wondrous and in fact, on any day, she an exclamation point to a grand finale.

I'm not kidding when I ask you to tell me what you think.

  1. Aw! Did I ever tell you about the time that my son, my last child, mused that his sister gets all the firsts, but he gets all the lasts? This made me think of that. The last first tooth lost!! xox

  2. Oh how I love this, a wonderful reminder that the biggest moments can happen when we are not looking, when we are busy at the store, busy leading our lives. My first girl lost her first tooth while at camp last summer. I will never forget her racing at me with that ziploc and that new empty space in her smile. I felt sad for a minute, but then chose to be excited. Thanks for triggering a happy memory 🙂