I was just sitting here making a movie of P’s birth. I was thinking of all those countless hours I’d made movies for other people’s babies, wondering if I’d ever have another of my own. Thought about how last year at this time I was looking for “real” jobs to get now that my little ones were fleeing the coop.
And now look at me this year.
And I remember how things change, and how it’s for the better and how things that I think are so pressing now might not be in the whole scheme of things.
I love movies of births…
I love my baby….
*We’ve had some pretty tough stuff at work lately, and I think that’s making me a little emotional about my precious wee one too.