We're spending as much time together as we can. Austen and I especially are learning each other: I look out for her preferences, her personality -- I laugh at the way she squints her eyes, shaking her head furiously and fixating on the source of her food before widening her mouth and diving in for mama's milk. James calls her my "boobie piranha." I love the way she notices herself in the mirror next to her changing table, and the way she "talks," pumping her arms and legs when lying in front of the unshaded window.
I'm surprised at just how much I find myself sitting and resting in the present moment -- not concerning myself with the dishes in the sink, the unmade bed, or the other household things that are waiting to be done. And how could I not? These moments will never happen again.
Soaking it all in -- every milk-drunk, loving, mundane moment.
