The Last Jedi, My Little Girl and Holding Hands
The Last Jedi came out on December 15. That also happened to be my daughter’s second birthday.
You may be thinking, that’s a nice coincidence. But for us, there’s a lot more to it.
So, let’s start at the beginning.
I met my husband when we were only 14-years-old. We were in the same high school debate class. One of the first assignments in the class was to write pro and con cases. Most students quoted philosophers. Or politicians. Or great historical voices. My future husband quoted Star Wars.
“Do or do not. There is no try.”
For the rest of high school (and still among some friends), he became known as Yoda.
Fast forward 5 years, and we’re now in the very beginning stages of dating. We like each other. The first time I very briefly meet his mom, I want to make a good impression. Aaron decides to get his first tattoo the same day. A mandalorian symbol on his shoulder.
The interaction basically went:
Me: Hi, I’m Stephanie.
Aaron: I got a tattoo!
(Que him whipping off his shirt.)
My future mom-in-law: …
Aaron: It’s a mandalorian symbol.
My future mom-in-law: …
Me: I didn’t tell him to do it!
Fast forward 10 more years. We’ve been married for 8 years and are expecting our first child. She’s due on Valentine’s Day. I unexpectedly go into labor on December 14. Our little girl is born the morning of December 15.
She’s small and we’re scared.
The Force Awakens comes out 3 days later. As our little girl begins her life in a plastic incubator in the hospital, we say that she must have come early to see the newest installment. It’s hard to make jokes. It’s hard to feel emotions. But this makes us smile.
During her 54 day stay in the NICU, a Golden Book of A New Hope rests on a ledge in her hospital room. It brings us hope.
While I hold our little girl, my eyes land on the book frequently. And I think, this galaxy is so lucky to have this tiny person.
Now, two years later, The Last Jedi debuted on December 15. That same day, we sang Happy Birthday and had cupcakes.
A couple of times, Aaron and I looked at each other in disbelief.
We have a 2-year-old.
She’s strong, silly, loving, smart, creative and sometimes a bit of a weirdo. She’s the best of us.
Aaron didn’t even mind missing the opening day of The Last Jedi. That’s love.
Just a few days ago, Aaron and I stole away for a few hours and made our way to the movie theater. I hadn’t been to a movie since The Force Awakens. Aaron hadn’t been to a movie since Rogue One.
In true parenting style, we went to the 11:15am showing.
As we sat there, waiting for the movie to start, I couldn’t help but think of how much has changed since we first met. It’s such a good life, I thought.
I reached over to hold Aaron’s hand. We smiled. And the opening music filled the theater.