This morning, it was just Pete and I, and I helped him
through his own sets of pull-ups. There was a stack of rocks under one of the
pull-up bars, and he tipped the rocks over, revealing an ants’ nest. I am thankful that I am starting to feel like
myself again. Since the beginning of April, when I returned to work after
Clementine’s birth, until recently, I worked in the environment and science
section of my office, including spending two and a half weeks in Rio in June as
part of the U.S. delegation to the United Nations Conference on Sustainable
Development, Rio+20. I didn’t appreciate how hard the job was and how much stress
I was putting on myself, until I went back to the political section and
immediately felt like a weight had been lifted. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the
job I was doing. I learned something new every day. Climate change, the science
behind launching shoe box-sized satellites, urban sustainability and turtle excluder
devices.
Last night, Elise and I went to buy a few bottles of cachaça
to stuff stockings with back in the States, before grabbing a bite out. We
ordered two caipirinhas and sat beside each other, looking out the front door
of the cachaçeria across the street at a hair salon and a Chinese restaurant.
Twilight was falling, and I was thankful Elise has bought a new pair of green
woven shorts and also that she was wearing them as a clear demonstration of her
objectively amazing legs. I was thankful that we didn’t have anywhere else we
needed to be at that particular moment and that we could stay as long as we
wanted, within reason. Later we would go
to Coco Bambu for dinner. It is a pretty fantastic feeling to go to a packed
restaurant in Brazil and have every man in the room checking out your wife. I
am thankful that she writes me notes to remind me of the things I would
otherwise forget. I am thankful that we will have two months off together
before we move back to Washington DC and I am looking forward to going back. I
love it there. I love living there. I like that it is close to Baltimore which
reminds me of the time I first set off on my own, and Washington DC is familiar
enough to not be scaring, but foreign enough to still (ironic, I know) feel
like Elise and I are off on our own just being there.
I am thankful for Brazil. I will be sad to leave. I know I
will miss it, and we remind ourselves that, now, we are all (especially
Clementine) a little Brazilian. I hope we will return. I think we will. And if
we do, I hope that we, the kids especially, will pick right up where we left
off. I think of the pictures Elise took in June in Rio of Pete and Sam in front
of Dois Irmãos on Ipanema beach and I have visions of them as long-legged,
poofy-haired, razor-thin fourteen and sixteen year-olds clamoring out of our
apartment in Rio, sprinting down toward the beach, a soccer ball comfortably
tucked under the crook of their elbows, fluently chattering in Portuguese to
the beach vendors and joggers and Brazilian girls in bikinis they pass. Though
leaving Brazil is bittersweet, I am thankful for this lifestyle. I hope it
continues to be this good to us. I think it will, as it is all a matter of
perspective, and Elise and I are not difficult to please. I know it will not
disappoint and I know that we will feel the same when we have to leave India,
and then we will tell ourselves that we are all now, a little bit American, a
little bit Brazilian and a little bit Indian.
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