Tides

I return to this blog with the ebb and flow of an ocean tide ... swelling up over a hunk of sand, disappearing behind a dune for a while, only to re-emerge full of frothy rememberances ...

Yawn -- I'm tired. Oh, so tired in that deep and selfless way that only another parent can understand. It is satisfying to pour so much of yourself into the daily care and cultivation of a child. It is also exhausting and seemingly endless, as the days slip into each other and you no longer remember when or how it felt to push the snooze button, to luxuriate in the bath for nearly an hour, or to sit and make intellectual conversation about things wholly unrelated to Elmo, daycare, diapers, or sippy cups.

Sitting down to write you now is a little luxury -- one that Anthony makes possible by his willingness to -- oops, have to go, my boy is calling for "mama" ... or "mo-mah" he says drawing the letters out with deep longing for me. I love my baby boy...