Resting

It is such a pleasure to lie in a darkened room holding my new daughter.

There is so much to do around the house, and the Monkey needs his Daddy at this critical time, so I rarely get the chance. And who knows if I will ever have the chance again to hold a three-day-old baby, especially my own?

As I reclined earlier tonight, she resting on my chest, my mind was free to roam to her future. I tried to see out to her horizon, but all I know for certain is that it stretches out beyond my own.

I was also free to rest and doze, and that's mostly what I did.