Seriously, I don't understand where the time goes. And the problem is that I don't even remember doing anything to make the time pass even faster. Today, someone asked me what I normally do on Saturdays. I thought about it for a minute and realized I don't even remember what I did last Saturday! Everyday seems to be filled with the same old stuff and routines and you would think that I would be super unhappy with the fact that life is passing by without making any lasting memories or achievements. But the fact of the matter is that everyday is filled with my Luna. Last Saturday, I probably did what I did the day before and the day before that, and the day before THAT--which is that I woke up at 7 am, played in bed with Luna, fed Luna and watched her give herself an oatmeal facial and hair treatment, cleaned her up and the 2 foot radius surrounding her chair, put her to bed, keep myself from overloading others' facebook newsfeed with Luna, read with Luna, eat with Luna, change Luna's diaper(several times throughout the day), roll around the living room with Luna, take pictures of Luna, wash Luna's clothes, talk about Luna to Husband, have dinner with Luna, give Luna a bath, clean up the 2 foot radius surrounding her chair, dress Luna, and put her down for the night. After that, I probably did some work. I know it sounds ridiculously boring and monotonous. I do the same things every single day. But I am utterly, blissfully happy with my day. The work that I do after I put her down is probably what keeps my sanity, and I am grateful that I am able to work from home. So, where does the time go? Luna takes it and runs off with it. That's where the time goes.
Today, Luna is eleven months old. Next month, she will be one. That means, we will have had a year of this wonderful little person as part of our lives. A year of breastfeeding (praise the Lord!), a year of diaper washing, a year of cooing and aww-ing over the smallest little thing that Luna does. A year of blessings, with so so many more to come as Luna grows up. Each day is a new day, and though it is filled with the same routines we have everyday, it is filled with a new sense of wonder and amazement over this little person, and more love that I can have ever imagined of being capable of.
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