"Time is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions." ~ John Randolph
I haven't written for a while. I have been waiting for the right moment or the right picture to post. In doing so, I have come to the realization that there is just not enough time. For the past month I have been feeling as though time is a scary ride that I can't stop and I can't get off of.
Tess will be a year old in just about two months (which also means Christmas is just around the corner)! I almost can't believe it. It is exciting and wonderful and thrilling. However, it also makes me feel a bit melancholy. I can't seem to catch up!
She is at daycare more than she is at home. Someone else is caring for her and soothing her and making her laugh more than either Richie or I are able to. She sees us two hours in the morning and maybe two hours in the evening.
Tess is at the top of my list, and she is the reason I do what I do, but unfortunately life calls and I feel like I am trying to squeeze my family into everything else that beckons my attention. It is very frustrating and somewhat overwhelming. There are days that when I drop Tess off, my eyes fill with tears for a moment. I just want time with her. It has all already gone by so quickly. I don't want to miss a moment with her.
However, I do know that all the work Richie and I do and the hours we put in is for her. And someday she will realize that too. We want her to have all that this world has to offer and that does not come easy or without sacrifice.
