My sweet baby is two months old today. He is a darling little baby. Sweet tempered, calm, easy. But he is very time consuming, as most newborns are. He is my last baby. I try to remind myself of this when I'm feeding him at one o clock in the morning, and again at four o clock. I'm trying not to wish his babyhood away....knowing all too soon he will be rolling and sitting and crawling and then walking. Walking away from me and growing all together too quickly.
Thomas S. Monson shared this powerful insight to happiness, “This is our one and only chance at life—here and now. The longer we live, the greater is our realization that it is brief. Opportunities come, and then they are gone. I believe that among the greatest lessons we are to learn in this short sojourn upon the earth are lessons that help us distinguish between what is important and what is not. I plead with you not to let those most important things pass you by as you plan for that illusive and nonexistent future when you will have time to do all that you want to do. Instead, find joy in the journey—now.”
I do find joy in this journey with baby Blake. I really can't get enough of him. I need to remember President Monson's counsel when I get overwhelmed with dishes in the sink, laundry to fold, dinner to make. Surely baby Blake is more important than all of that and I don't want it to pass me by.
Oh how I love him.
Even at four in the morning.