When Lucas was first born, everyone told me to enjoy this time with him because before I knew it, he would be a year. I politely smiled and thought, if time is going to go so fast, why does each day seem like an enternity?
Now Lucas is 6 months old and I think, Where has the time gone? How many opportunities did I miss to read to him, to sing to him or just look at him because I was too busy trying to keep our home life together?
Yesterday Marc took care of Lucas for most of the day so I could get some stuff done around the house. As I was getting ready for bed, I realized that I hadn't fed Lucas at all-Marc gave him his bottles and tried to get Lucas to eat bananas (for the first time) and carrots. I missed that time so much-when we could just sit in the living room and I could kiss his head while he drank his formula and then at the end, he would look at me and smile. And here I am back at work today, and the cycle starts all over.
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