The last couple of weeks have been hard, so hard.
By my second week back at work, Finn figured out that when I walk away, I don’t always come right back. He’s beginning to understand and hate how time can move so slowly. After I leave, I can hear his cries from outside the door.
I’m beginning to understand and hate how time can move so quickly. Finn’s changes are so rapid these days that I cry about what I’m missing the second I’m outside the door.
This three-day weekend, though, I caught him doing four steps in a row:
And we had REAL conversations (despite my ill-designed attempt to get him to put his crab in a cup too SMALL for it! Sorry, little Man!):
He understands so much! If only I could tell him that this coming week, hanging heavily in front of us only a few hours away, will be a short one.