I keep coming up with these amazing ideas for blog posts during midnight nursing sessions and forgetting about them by the morning. I'd write them down, but there's a fear that maybe they only seem brilliant because I'm half asleep and if they saw the light of day, their brilliance would be gone.
Each and every day I'm reminding myself how fleeting these moments are. There will always be time to write another blog post, speak at another event, come up with another book idea. But Cohen and Claire will only be little once. I don't want to miss out on soft, squishy skin, elbow dimples, tiny butt cheeks, sweet sing-songy voices or goofy grins.
There's a time and season for everything. This season is full of life and lessons, challenges and beauty. This season is precious. The beauty of it weighs on me like a branch heavy with fresh blossoms in full bloom. The fragrance of these days is potent (and not always in a good way), and I know that just as a tree flowers momentarily, these moments are here now and gone tomorrow. So I'm breathing it all in just as deeply as I can.
(Claire in the dress my Grandma bought for me when I was a baby - her first grand daughter)