I am going to be honest and say that I am really struggling with being back to work. I miss my son all day long. Then I get home and I'm tired, but I smile and say hello to Hank and his gummy toothless grin sets my heart on fire, but I'm still tired. He is precious beyond compare. It's such a cliche to say, but I have never known love like this. He is perfection in every sense of the word. I can do no wrong in his eyes and it's magical to feel so loved and to love so much in return...perfection...guilt...balance.
Saturday after work it was unseasonably warm for January in Michigan so we bundled up Henry, grabbed the dogs and took a walk together. I told DJ that I was sorry. We talked about how this gift of parenthood that we've been given is a work in progress. We are adjusting and it's hard. We love our life and wouldn't change a single thing. We have a deep love and appreciation for each other and all that we have. Every week is a re-do and I will progressively get more organized (per my new years resolutions). In the mean time it's a cycle of perfection...guilt...balance.