Time is racing. Time goes faster when you become an adult, but it absolutely races when you have a child. This time of holding her is just a drop in the ocean of life.
I am savoring every moment, yet missing so much. Every day my husband, who stays home with her, tells me what new thing she is doing. It feels like it’s only on weekends that I get to watch the changes happen.
Today I got time alone with her. Daddy went to church and then to fetch something with a friend so we got to be alone.
I played house and did those things that stay at home mom’s complain about. I did dishes, dusting, laundry, etc. It was a wonderful day. I’d take breaks to play or feed the baby. It was peaceful. It was lovely. It was my rest.
But now the insanity has started again.
We have driven to Savannah, walked, ate sushi and settled into our hotel.
Tomorrow is a crazy work day and a super early morning, then a drive back home just to go to the office keep going.
I love traveling because I have my baby and husband with me, but when it involves weekend travel, I’d rather just be home.