What a gift she is.
I don’t have much more to say than that. There are some ways that I might talk about how lovely it is to spend time with her, but I think it might make people who can’t or couldn’t feel bad, maybe a meta-commentary like that is damage enough, I don’t know. What I do know is that I am unutterably lucky to get to spend as much time with her as I do. It’s not endless, it’s not all of the time, but I can work in my office and pop down and pick her up very nearly as much as I’d like.

Things have been difficult in a variety of ways for a while now. But they have also been outstanding for this, her first year and a half of life. 

I guess I’m a little frightened these are the good old days.

The important bit is realizing now how good they truly are. It’s easy to always want more, to feel the far of it. But I get to hug Roby. How rich am I?