Hi and welcome to my blog. I’m still figuring out how I’d like to fill this space, but for now it will be about my family, my work, and my ideas. Now a mother of four, my absent-mindedness gets the better of me, and I can never get my facts straight so at the very least there’ll be a place my kids can come back to. And just proof that I was, in fact, a pretty fun mom. Or that I tried.
My name is Esther, and I’ve got a pretty great man in my life. David and I have been married 7 years, going on 8, and we managed to produce 4 kids in a span of 2 years. Yes, we’re very hard-working, and very efficient.
My oldest daughter, Noelle, is 2.5 years old, and my youngest three are triplets, but couldn’t be more different from one another in looks, personality, and temperament. Kate, Mark, and Samantha were born during a very difficult time in my life. My beloved father succumbed to cancer just one month after the triplets were born. It’s been 6 months since his passing, and whoever says it gets easier with time, I don’t believe you yet. Maybe it’s the holidays, maybe it’s the half-year mark, maybe it’s that I haven’t been able to properly grieve my loss with three new babies to care for. They keep me busy, that’s for sure. But these days, there are days – days where I don’t want to wake up in the morning, or wake up at all. Nights where I’m balled up on the floor of my room crying and agonizing, frustrated at the waste of a death of such a wonderful man. Six months later people can’t even talk about him without crying. You see, he had that effect. The kind that makes grown men bawl at funerals. The kind that makes the void so blatantly obvious. He was the life of the party; he was hysterical–he gave a speech at my wedding, and instantly became the highlight. Highly-principled, deep, as quirky as they come, incredibly talented, generous, kind, and thoughtful, and you were a better person just by knowing him. He was the light of all of our lives.
I see a lot of him in my own children. Mark’s serious demeanor, Sammy’s silliness, Kate’s kindness, and Noelle– her unquestionable love (borderline addiction) for kimchi just says it all. He would have been proud.
Yes, so deep for a first post. But this is me, for now. A wife, a mother, and a grieving daughter trying to make sense of my so-called life.