Lily’s one today, glorious one. She walked her first step on Memorial day, four steps two days later–and hasn’t repeated it since. She’s the Queen Mum of waving, standing at the train table, greeting me with a frantic wave when I come to release her from her car seat. She likes putting things in things, then taking them out, then putting them back in again (I could go onâ€¦). She likes bags to carry and hats to put on her head. She tries to put every item of clothing on, and she tries to take it all off. She has Sam wrapped around her little golden finger.
I love having them, I love them, I love them. I know there’s light at the end of the tunnel, that someday they won’t need constant care and attention and watering, that there are other stages of like ahead, and I actually think, especially now that my book manuscipt is done, that I can enjoy it just a little more. They’re like little ball and chains, and maybe I can be all zen and ok with that instead of fighting it all the time.