Tomorrow is the last day of the year. Where has the time gone? I wish I knew. Hell, I wish I could remember what I did yesterday.
When Hannah and I have a chance to catch up during the day, one of the first things we discuss is how each of our nights went. Our timelines are rough, at best: “It must’ve been between 2:00 and 3:30. I think I changed her twice.” We can’t even recall if we got enough restful sleep, but we know we slept for some length of time: “She gave us a good stretch between 11:00 and 3:00.” “Did she? I thought I fed her around 1:30.”
Despite this, it’s been amazing. The changes we see in Emi are incremental but monumental. Her smile is full of delight. Her cry is piercing. My heart melts when she holds my finger.
Tomorrow, with any luck, I’ll have some time to sit back and reflect on the past year. If I can’t do that, maybe I can think more about what I want for myself next year. If I have time for neither, I’ll wait.
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