Mark this day on your calendars, it’s the first day in the history of my fatherhood that Michelle and I had our own bedroom to ourselves. And boy, is it nice!
There are a lot of perks to this. Celia absolutely loves her new room. We still have to get her a carpet to play on, and put up some wall art that she’ll appreciate, but she’s already thrilled to be able to go in there and find all her toys and a bunch of books all ready for her.
And for us, what a great thing. Last night we didn’t have to creep upstairs, or get into our p.j.’s in the dark. Nope, we were all loud and laughing, just like the old days.
Funny, how already it’s the “old days” even though Celia’s only fifteen months old. A lot of time feels like it’s passed in these months. Fatherhood is an inescapable reality that, once you’ve stepped on that train, you start barreling to unseen destinations faster and faster. And we’re about to do it all over again. Last night, while Michelle and I were chatting on our bed, I said, “Well, let’s enjoy it for six months, because that’s all we’ve got till the next one comes.”
“No, it’s five,” Michelle said.
“Five? No, it’s six. Count them.”
Michelle counted out the months on her fingers, “February, March, April, May, June. That’s five.”
My eyes widened and my mouth dropped, “I’ve lost a month!”
I can’t believe how time flies with these kids. You can’t just sit back and take it easy, you’ve got to make every effort to enjoy every moment. I think what my pastor told me really is true: “Once you have little kids, you live life on the run.”
Well, it may be only five months, but I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever I can get.