About this slow process

In the past few years, I’ve gone from single in the city to married with a baby in the suburbs. I’m still learning to be in this new space, and although the small one keeps me pretty busy, through all the busy-ness there’s also lots of time to think about what it all means. (There’s far less time to actually type out and share those thoughts, but I figured I may as well give it a shot.)

At one of our early post-partum visits, the nurse referred to this first year as “a slow process of falling in love.” I thought that was kind of beautiful.