Some days I relish the rhythms of these simple times. I wake up each morning to the coos and giggles of my little girl. After she has breakfast I put her on her blanket to kick and play and we laugh together, exchanging morning grins while I sip on a coffee. I love the simple pleasures of having a child. Making lunch with a girl sitting at my heels. Putting in another load of laundry while I hear squawks from her exersaucer upstairs. Watching Zoey sit on my bed while I put on makeup in the bathroom. Working on small projects while she naps. Some days it feels like I don't get much done but it's the small tasks of living together that make life so full and wonderful. Some days I imagine a house full of children: laughter, fits, and fighting. The works. Some days that seems overwhelming. But these days are good. They are good. They are good.