|‘That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet…’
I am getting greedy.
Greedily, ravenously, urgently, I am attempting to soak up and bottle every newborn moment with Hayes. He came early and I am thrilled about it – three extra days to spend with his strangely fuzzy head and pointy little nose.
A first child is a bewildering wonder: an adventure and a mystery. He is glory because he is new. A second child is a heart-breaking miracle, a treasure mindful of time. He is precious because his parents have learned the meaning of cherish.
I am terrified that in a blinking moment Hayes and Knox will be in elementary school, driving, graduated, gone.