The passage of time

It was either a few minutes ago or several years ago that it was March. I have no idea.

Spending all of one's time with a baby is an exercise in staying present in the moment. There is only right now - this morning and this evening are thoroughly irrelevant. We are doing things one diaper at a time in this house.

And yet sometimes my mind races ahead to when Emerson will be learning to ride a bike or getting his first cell phone. And it is crazy to me that I am not sure which of those will happen first.

Right now, though, we are savoring Emerson at four months: so curious and happy, discovering his hands, smiling and laughing, pure sweetness. What a delicious baby he is.