Motherhood is by far the hardest thing I've ever done. The word "tired" has taken on a whole new meaning. Things like regular trips to the bathroom and a twenty minute nap feel like luxuries.
But I wouldn't trade it for anything.
It's amazing to be able to look at her and think, "Here is someone James and I made together." Knowing she is entirely unique. Knowing she is a real, living, breathing person.
Knowing we can hope for many more firsts together. Knowing that none of it is a given or a guarantee, but a gift and an extraordinary grace.
Knowing we can savor together many more ordinary miraculous moments like these.
Just like with Ewan, I can't imagine the world without her anymore.