Isaac was up for A LOT of last night. It felt like newborn times all over again, except that waltzing him around the living room had an extra measure of willpower and strength involved. 25lbs of willpower and strength!
The thing is, amidst this tiredness, confusion, muscle fatigue and un-amusement, there was a fleeting moment of serenity, a small pocket in the big fabric of the night (2am-ish to 5am-ish). I remember thinking, there is perfection here, I can feel it!
Sadly, it was so fleeting, I'm not sure where it went. Like the smell of bread baking: distinctive and delicious, and then blown away by the wind.
I think it had something to do with moving slowly, but I'm not sure. I'm going to do a little more research.
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