Mark returned to the grind today after 2 weeks of baby nesting. It's hard to remember what our life was like before Abby showed up, but I think it had a lot to do with trains, schedules, deadlines and stress. He's going back there and I don't envy him. I wonder what that life will look like through Abby-colored glasses.
Abby and I slept a bit more (she ate) after dad kissed us good-bye. It's 10 a.m. and we're just getting started on our day - clean diaper for Abby, cup of coffee for mom. My dad's started to putter and my mom's still asleep (determined not to change her clock to east coast time, I think). The day will pass like many of the others we've spent since Abby's arrival...hours escaping between feedings and diaper changings. But one thing is different: we miss our daddy. :-)
When you write about little wiggley people, prose begins to sound like poetry. What a gorgeous little treasure you've found.
Posted by: Grandpa Shewmaker | 04/28/2004 at 11:54 AM