When the baby must be held precisely at dinner-making time, I'll remember that Ryan
|Dinner making chez Harrington circa tonight.|
When the newborn doesn't give me a moment of privacy, I'll remember that Ryan gives that
When all of that and more happens, I'll remember that I look back and dearly miss those nights of tired pacing, dinner making with a Ryan-peanut on the side and one-handed Olympics even though they may still be happening, toddler-size.
Motherhood. It is a mystery.