Happy birthday to my 🦀 @mattrubin , your first turn around the sun as a dad. I hope 41 is filled with more sleep that 40, but with just as many magical moments in between. We love you!!
NZ, December 2022, taking my Kiwi daughter home to her true motherland (on her New Zealand passport 🙌) to visit her future best friend Maeve. @nataliebarrattboyes and I spent two years trying to get pregnant in parallel, coincidently. Through miscarriages, IVF, endless false pregnancy tests, we spent most of those two years in constant contact, a lonely journey made bearable because we had each other—even if we were an ocean apart during COVID. By some universe magic, our girls were born 3 weeks apart. Bringing Edie home to meet Maeve, to hug Natalie, and to be immersed in the magical world they’ve created in Matarangi after three years away from home was…💌
Going through archives of the past year, magical things I relished but never posted. Throwback to September 2022 when one of my best friends married the Englishman of her dreams on Menorca, a very special island that has come to feel like a second home over the last few years. Edie’s first international trip at three months old, when she was just a little smoosh. Shoutout to the Doona. IYKYK.
Diary of a tired mum who cut all her hair off despite vowing she would never get a “mom bob”. Well people, turns out there are very good reasons we turn to shoulder length hair: postpartum hair loss, zero time to wash it, and it feels dead anyway after the lush pregnancy glow fades. File this under the things no one tells you. Goodbye long hair! See you in a few years. Also hi Instagram grid. I didn’t miss you but I wanted to make sure people knew I was still alive.
This time last year I sent out a big wish to the universe. I had just started IVF the day before and for my 34th birthday, all I wanted was this little bean. One year later I was granted that wish, and now, as I officially enter my mid 30s with her by (attached to) my side, I couldn’t be more grateful. The best birthday gift of all.
Edith (“Edie”) Sylvie Rubin arrived like a firecracker on July 4. Named in honor of her great-grandmother with a middle name invoking the spirit of the woods, she was born at home surrounded by the forests of Upstate New York with her dad’s big almond eyes that first enraptured me nine years ago. Welcome to the world little Edie.
We ate scones with cream and jam everyday, drank our weight in Earl Grey tea, spent all our money at vintage and antique stores (largely on cute hats), devoured *all* the decor, hugged cherished London-based friends, hiked the English countryside, and watched the unfurling of a long-awaited spring. A truly smashing Best Friend Baby Moon (coining it). Highly recommend.
