The clock just ticked a little bit past midnight here on my turf of the world. Although I’m playing Tetris like the geek I am, the big screen TV is flashing all the pictures of Zoe on the Dutchman’s computer. As I’m writing this, one of the first pictures of her is showing. I remember where it was taken, in the hospital’s dining room, in the little transparent bed we had her in. She was tiny, chubby, and dressed in her awesome Rolling Stones one piece. When I look at the picture, I see how much she has changed, not only her face, but she has grown a lot the past four weeks. And as I stare a little bit more on that very picture, it just occurred to me that this little human had grown inside of me for so long, and when we finally got to meet her, it took me about four weeks to actually realize she is ours. That she is so dependent on us to teach her all we know and a little more.
I think of it, and I’m filled with joy and warmth. I can’t really put my finger on it, but if this is what love feels like, then I’ll have to say, it’s a first. And I am more than fine with it.
New Years is coming up and I have no idea what kind of resolution I want for it. I can only think of one, and that is to finish my Bachelor’s degree and move on to the Master. This is when I realize, that I really need to get some routines soon or else school won’t work very well with mommy life. It’ll work out, soon enough. I hope ;)
//c_Cae; any New Years resolutions yet, my dear readers?