Sometimes I’ll reread a post or five from a year ago, and it is fascinating to reflect on that period of waiting, before Roby came. I knew that moments like today would come, I even know when they’d come: a year from now, but I don’t think I really knew. How could I feel that knowledge? It’s not something you can be told about, really, it’s something you’ve got to experience. I can’t recall who said this originally, but I heard Seinfeld say it: one of God’s greatest mercys is not letting people without children truly realize what they’re missing. I do know at least one person who knows what they’re missing, and it is the defining tragedy of her time on Earth, just as my time with Roby has been the defining Euphoria and purpose of my time on Earth. 

I feel like those final weeks of waiting were the real start of this epoch of waiting that just doesn’t seem to quit. Trying to rid myself of that funk is the real project of the day, I think. Of the next several days as I don’t think it’s like to go away easily or on its own. 

I’m glad Roby’s here, though, waiting to meet her was uniquely challenging. 

I wonder how it’ll be for the next one.