I’m exhausted, in every since of the word. I’m un-showered, greasy-haired, barefaced and have spit-up on my left shoulder. There are dishes in the sink, dirty clothes in hamper, and dog-hair ‘tumble weeds’ that float across my hardwood floors. There is dinner that needs to be made, lunches that need to be prepped, and blog posts that need to be written. Timely thank you notes, work outs, and phone calls top my Should List.
But in this moment, when I look down and see his tiny fingers clutching my shirt and I catch him smiling in his sleep, I happily think to myself, everything else can wait.