I have 11 more days until starting work again, and in case it’s not obvious: I’m counting down and enjoying every moment with Harry. I accidentally find myself holding him when he should be sleeping in his crib; staring at him when I should be writing thank you notes; kissing his little cheeks when I should be letting him rest in peace; talking to him when I should be in quiet mode or in public when I look ridiculous chatting away with my two month old…Even when he wakes up at night, I am often eager to go get him because its been so long since I held him.

Of course…
There are also times I just want to stay in bed and for him to sleep through the night.

Of course…
I will complain later today that I didn’t have time to practice yoga or vacuum or return phone calls.

Of course…
I look forward to being a part of the broader world again and more than a mom. I would love to have more to tell about my days than poops, spit ups, and what happened on Kelly and Michael.

Of course…
This is a season and like all things, it will pass, including my ability to find complete joy and peace in just holding Harry. He will be a pesky two year old and rebellious teenager one day, after all.

But as the return to work date approaches, I cherish each moment I have with our little miracle.