It was a day of firsts.
The first day I ditched work just to be with Grace.
The first day I vacuumed my car since the child came along.
The first day I baked cookies since the little one arrived.
The first day I made ALL of dinner, ALL alone since Grace.
The first day the little girl played with a pot and a wooden spoon on the kitchen floor while I cooked.
The first day I was slow. Really slow, and still happy all day long.
But it was NOT the first day that I wish I could have reruns of the rest of my life, because it was really that good. No, not the first of those. There have been many of those days since the tiny girl was mine.
