Soaking in the seconds
Everyone told me how fast time would go when the tiny human came out. Those last few weeks of pregnancy take place in the slowest time imaginable, like a slow motion montage of chubby ankles and empty bottles of antacid. Particularly the days after the due date... when I thought she could come at literally any moment. Time taunted me, waiting and waiting while I was desperate to meet my daughter. And then she was born. Immediately I wanted to bathe in every single moment. Even the hard ones. Even the middle of the night I haven't slept for more than an hour straight in a week moments. Even those. I grasped at them because I knew how they would disappear. I clutched the beautiful ones even tighter. The smiles and giggles. How she recently has decided that looming toward my face with her mouth open must be what a kiss is, because that's what she sees me do. About a thousand times a day, I think about how fast the seconds are flipping by. And I have to stop myself from walk...