It’s a quiet night and I’m reflecting on the fact that Asher will be 2 months old tomorrow. Nathan and Asher are sleeping soundly and I find myself in the dimly lit living room, not tired, yet feeling like I too should be in bed. Torn between the chance to catch up on folding laundry, practicing yoga, or writing in Asher’s keepsake baby book, I find myself oddly paralyzed in my solitude. Missing Asher and Nathan upstairs, I find myself drawn to the Mac, looking at photos of them on the screen and thinking about how much Asher has changed in these two months. He has recently discovered his hands, which he loves to stick in his mouth. It is so cute. He has also learned to smile and loves party-cake and peek-a-boo. He is such a joy!
The laundry will still be in the basket tomorrow and the yoga will be waiting for me like a good friend, but for now, I think it’s finally time to join my family in bed.
