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Back In The Day

I took this photo on Valentine’s Day 2011, the last Valentine’s Day of our just-us-two family. I had just found out I was pregnant maybe three days earlier, and put on a tight minidress because I thought maybe I wouldn’t get many chances to wear that particular item in the coming months (spoiler: literally never wore the thing again). But I wanted to post a little “Happy Valentine’s Day!” photo on RG and was paranoid that somebody would notice my five-weeks-pregnant “bump” (you don’t have a bump at five weeks pregnant), so I put on a leather jacket and leaned forward into the camera and tried to be all sneaky about it.

I was SO HAPPY. You can see it in that picture, I think.

We were broke and it was cold and Kendrick had to stay a little late at work, so we decided to just meet at Gino’s, a little Italian place – really more of a pizzeria – down the street for dinner. We sat at a cozy corner table and ate baked ziti and drank Diet Cokes and talked about our baby-to-be (still, at that point, a secret virtually nobody but the two of us and our doctor knew) and I felt like I was floating.

The next Valentine’s Day, our baby-to-be was just Our Baby, and – still pretty broke, still pretty cold, still wanting to keep it low-key – we decided to duplicate the previous year’s “night” (hour) out. Our return visit to Gino’s was slightly less relaxing: we had a tiny yowler on our hands, and spent most of the meal chatting with/apologizing to the sweet elderly couple sitting next to us and hoovering ravioli so we could get the check as quickly as humanly possible and run back home.

I loved those Valentine’s Days so much. More than any others of my life, I think. Because they were sweet, and they were simple: just two slightly panicky brand-new parents trying to figure out how to navigate their brand-new world and still take a moment to celebrate the fact that they were in love.

(Gino’s is a now a six-hour flight away, alas, but perhaps a family-of-four trip to the local Buca di Beppo is in order for Sunday night.)

  • Regina

    I love these type of posts. Your writing is just wonderful and one of the reasons I like your blog so much.

    • jordanreid

      thank you so much, regina <3

  • Molly

    This is so sweet Jordan

  • Rain Mikajlo

    i remember that post! and the chalkboard fridge diy!

    happy valentines day! (ps lily will be 3 on monday! wahh. dont know how i feel about that yet.)

    • jordanreid

      the chalkboard fridge! #memories.
      i totally get the no-wait-stop-getting-older feeling – i mean hello, i have cried on pretty much every one of my children’s birthdays – but i promise: in my (admittedly limited) experience it just keeps getting more and more fun. i think the “savor every moment; they grow up so fast” thing that all parents hear from ten zillion people every day just serves to make them feel guilty and/or panicky (“THIS IS THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE MUST APPRECIATE EVERY SECOND!” “OH GOD I READ A MAGAZINE FOR TEN MINUTES INSTEAD OF WATCHING MY CHILD ROLL A BALL”), and the reality is it’s all great; all fun; all special. just in different ways. you don’t need to feel sad – feel excited for what’s next, because she’s just gonna get cooler 😉
      happy birthday lily!

  • Katie

    This is so sweet! I also remember this picture from the first time around 🙂

    This made me wonder (if you don’t mind my asking) when you guys decided to tell everyone you were expecting. I’m at almost 7 weeks and have managed to keep it quiet for now, but I really doubt I’ll make it to 3 months, especially with my parents!

    • jordanreid

      oh, congrats!!!! i totally told people way earlier than 3 months – i think i told my parents a couple of days after this post, then told close friends and family a week or so later. and then basically everyone i saw from then on figured it out when we went out for drinks and i ordered ginger ales 😉