Or do anything, for that matter.

This guy is right there. Waiting and wanting to be heard, seen, and most importantly — held.

Is it intense? Yes.

Is it downright exhausting? Yes.

Does it make me feel like I’m losing mind when I’ve been trying to get 20 minutes worth of work done in two hours? Hell yes.

Worth it? Unquestionably, yes.

This time is fleeting. These days that turn into weeks which become months that we count off as years are fleeting.

I see it all unfolding, before me and I am overcome with emotion.

I look to Jack. Wasn’t he just turning four? There I was, walking in his preschool class with donuts, to celebrate.

How fast two years goes. How I think back five, seven years and it doesn’t feel all that long to me.

Who I was then feels long ago … old. I see how far I’ve come and how many amazing things have happened.

Which means all of the wonderul that lies ahead … is waiting for us.

I by no means take any of these days for granted. This together that we have — it is special.

Holy.

This is holy ground we are walking on. I don’t want to get too caught up that I forget that.

Now is what we’ve been waiting for.

So when I’m tired. When I just want that half hour to myself but the baby is crying and didn’t I just feed him?

I realize how absurdly lucky I am to have this. To be here now, in this exact moment.

I’ll take all the interruptions I can get, People.