musings

I remember back during our first couple months of marriage, in our beyond tiny apartment, Jordan and I had a conversation.

Jordan: "When we have kids, we should have a rule that they are not allowed to talk to us when we are going to the bathroom.  That we would get to go to the bathroom in peace."

Me:  "Ooo, that's a good idea. Yep, lets make that happen."

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Looking back on it all I can do is chuckle to myself.  Oh, how naive we were.

But it gets me to thinking, remembering (or at least trying to) what it was like to live without Nora.  Only having to think about each other and what we wanted to do.  I didn't have to dress another person and prep snacks etc before I ran to store for 3 things, only to come home 2 hours later.

Honestly, there is much I miss about that kind of freedom.  But then I realize how much joy there is in hearing my girl say banana or watching her take of her own coat, zipper and all, or how she insists I wear my hat too.  How much fun it is to tell her what we are getting at the grocery store and hear her try and say the words.  Or letting her pick out the produce and put it in the bag.  And yes even when she comes bursting into the bathroom yelling for me as I pee, I love my life with her in it.

It just blows my mind to think how little I knew life with a child would be like.  I'm convinced there is no preparing for life with your first child.  Not for the challenges, the lack of sleep, the rediscovery of the simple things or the joys they bring every moment of the day.

But most of all our children teach us of how fleeting life is.  All to soon moments are gone, stages are passed and all you are left with are memories and hopes of what's to come.

That's why I hold tight, close my eyes, take a deep breath and try to memorize the way it feels everytime Nora gives me a long hug.