I’m missing the writing I usually do. Sitting down and holding forth from a keyboard is relaxing for me. I often wind up finding out about myself as much as my (twelve?) readers do.
The past few weeks have been busy, as you know. Finding work (note I didn’t say “job”), moving out, moving in, and making this house a home have been my top priorities. I’m only now getting to the point of being able to exhale.
We had an impromptu neighborhood party tonight when the neighborhood kids all descended on us. A full description is on Mighty Hallie‘s site, but the short version is a happy tornado flew through our playroom. It was lively and full of fun – but a bit enlightening, too. After they all left, I realized that this is what life will be like now: one laughing, noisy playgroup after another. And if I’m to take advantage of all the fun, I’ve got to put other things aside.
My time is no longer my own. This is especially true as we look forward to meeting our newest family member in November.
It was also sobering to see Hallie form her own relationships. Kelly gets a regular dose of this at all the playgroups, but work has kept me away from those. The shepherding part of me felt the urge to be Hallie’s bodyguard, but I knew I’d have to give her her space. She obviously was thrilled with our guests, and that attitude will serve her well in life. But it also made me feel a little sad that my percentage of her time just got a little smaller.
It’s the little moments that make being a dad so unbelievably special. And they all go by too fast.
