Mon. - Jan. 19, 2015

I keep reflecting back to a conversation I had with my friend Yves several years ago while visiting him in Rome. He was reflecting back on his time with his son, who at the time was a teenager in high school. Like all high schoolers, his time at home was sparse due to after school activities, drum lessons and hanging out with friends.

Yves told me how his parenting, at that point, was all skill, due to the fact he had such a small daily window of time with his son. He reflected back to when he was a baby, and said that as a baby, it was no skill and all time. The contrast of the two, and how the time and skill slowly crossed paths over time really stuck out to me.

I never forgot that small slice of wisdom. And it rings true now more than ever. My time with Magnolia is not difficult, it takes little to no effort, and even less skill. Its just pure time. Like a black hole of time. She loves, and nearly demands, to be held at all times. Loving the comfort,  heat,and motion that come with being in the arms of her parents. Or sleeping on our chests. Or laying across our laps.

Outfit gifted by Barbara

This is how we spend our weekends together, and more specifically how we spent yesterday, wringing our hands through that excruciating nail biter of a Seahawks win over the Green Bay Packers. What an incredible game, that was really nothing short of amazing. It's a true testament of team's mental fortitude to stay strong, and keeping believing while keeping their eye on the prize. It was a miracle to behold, and a great way to spend a Sunday with my beautiful little girl. Go Hawks!