When my daughter was an infant, I was assigned to the night shift. I would lovingly hold my precious baby in my arms, gently rocking her as she sucked on her bauboo. I would pat her on the bottom while quietly singing "Anticipation" by Carly Simon.
If Jillian were a puppy, I'm convinced that she would have growled -- nipping at my hand if I came to close to her magical bauboo elixir. She would guzzle down a bottle of baby formula like a sailor on leave chugalugs beer.
For the first time in my life I became hyper-aware of time, and just how magical this time spent with Jillian truly was. I finally understood the important of time and its perishable nature.
Time teased me- inviting me to experience heaven on earth, but with an explicit understanding that I would be allowed to experience heaven on earth, but only for a brief moment. Time taunted me, continually reminding me that all things must pass.
I refused to be tormented by the selfish nature of time and lived in the moment- savoring every second of our time together. Being fully aware that these are indeed the good old days, I lived in the moment, experiencing the joy of the good ole days in the moment. God, thank you for blessing me with Jillian, she's amazing.