Dichotomy is one one my favorite words. Especially as defined here:
division into two mutually exclusive, opposed, or contradictory groups: a dichotomy between thought and action.
Perhaps the nerdy English lover in me, or perhaps how it seemingly, perfectly, describes my life.
I am torn between wanting to get through this emotional and tiring season of parenting, and grappling with the desire to soak in every single moment, without squandering even a second.
Time is a thief. I want it to only steal away the memories of the tough times. Lovingly leaving me the sweet and beautiful moments. If only I could control it.
The silliness, the smallness, the friendship, the singing, the love, the beauty that is our little family...
That is what I am holding on to. Through the training, the sleepless nights, the tears. Because all of it, the happy and the sad, it is all, incredibly, wholly, absolutely, worth it.
Drew gave us the ability to freeze time. She captured so perfectly what I want to hold in my heart, today and for all the days to come. When time tries to thieve these moments, dim these memories, we will press play and be back in our little campground by the stream. Where everything stands still. Everything but who we are as a family.
Drew, thank you for this gift. There are no words or actions that could adequately convey how thankful we are to have you in our lives. Thank you for being a part of our beautiful story.