I’m reminded of a passage from one of my favorite books, Fire Season by Philip Connors:
Time spent being a [wildfire] lookout isn’t spent at all. Every day in a lookout is a day not subtracted from the sum of one’s life.
The same definitely applies to time spent with a sleeping (or should be sleeping) child. These fleeting moments are some of the best moments of my life.
We celebrated Grant’s first birthday today, although it lost a little bit of the gusto when we found out yesterday morning he was sick. With little rest, the party went on, and Grant had a ton of fun. Pictures of him covered in green icing will follow, sometime, after we all catch up on a little sleep.