As I lie in bed at night with my daughter nursing and/or encouraging her to sleep, I write such awesome articles in my head. Witty and wise, deep and inspiring. and then I fall to sleep and wake an hour later in a stupor - stumbling out of the pitch black room into the dimly lit hallway down to the living room where I watch something that was dvr'd long ago or back to my computer where I read emails and surf... no brain activity to post nor read anything inspiring or challenging.
I dream now of the days to come where I kiss her cute little forehead and say "night night, I love you!" and walk out of the room ~ off to enjoy a full evening of intellectual enlightenment from books, meeting friends out, having friends over... ah - but this time with her is fleeting -- already my first "baby" is 5 and rolls his eyes at mommy's gushy loving sometimes. :::sigh::: time really *is* flying...
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