Time Keeps On Slipping...

As Steve Miller crooned, time is slipping by at alarming rate.  I find my days almost melting together.  Particularly my days off work when I'm home with Emory seem to be time lapsed.  It can seem like it's been only an hour since we got out of bed, but it's been twelve.

I don't write anymore.  I haven't posted here in more than a month.  It isn't that the desire isn't there.  My hands are almost always occupied with my boy if I'm not at work.  It's hard to type with a wiggly 12 lbs. in the lap!

There is always at least one blurry limb.

I am so blessed with this baby boy.  He's as perfect as a baby can be.  I don't mean physical beauty, but he definitely is beautiful.  He's happy, snuggly, and loving.  He's a great eater.  He sleeps pretty well.  He amazes me every day with the new things he learns.  I can sit and watch him for hours just so I can catch a glimpse of the awe in his eyes when he discovers something new.

I don't recall it feeling like this with Olivia.  I think that's probably because we spent so much of her early life in doctor's offices and hospitals.  I was so stressed out and exhausted with her that the moments of sheer joy were fleeting.  I am learning to deal with my guilty feelings about comparing the two existences.  I am trying to just embrace and love every moment with him and be thankful that I had the time with her that I did.  I can't change the past.  I can't make her be here.  Que sera sera...

The clock is ticking quickly toward morning when I have to work again.  Sweet dreams, friends.