So you may all be wondering, "What is she doing instead of writing screeds for our reading pleasure?"
And the answer is, I'm spending time with my husband and our beautiful son. I'm not necessarily doing anything. And after a day of doing at work, it feels good to come home and just let things be the way they are.
I miss much of Vinny's development by working. I was asleep the first time he crawled (because I had to wake up early the next morning to go to work). Chances are good that I will miss his first steps, too. But even though I may not get to experience these firsts, I can still spend plenty of quality time just enjoying him.
Life is so interesting through the eyes of a baby. Normal things, like buttons on a shirt, are so novel, so fascinating, so thrilling! Milk is so delicious and so thirst-quenching that the mere sight of a sippy cup causes him to jump for joy. When was the last time you enjoyed your food that much?
I know that I, for one, have lost a lot of that sense of wonder, that excitement about things that seem so trivial and pedestrian to the rest of us. I admire his ability to derive such pleasure from the very simplest of things, like squeezing his hand into the sign for milk while he drinks his morning milk, or squealing with delight at the sight of his own reflection in the mirror. How much would it take for you to be so happy?
A lot more than that, for me.