
Here I find myself at 11:30 pm on Sunday night, kicking myself for not going to bed at 10pm like I was supposed to. I have a long day tomorrow, replacing Mackenzie's battery before work at the bank, and then off to Il Vicino tomorrow evening. Why am I not in bed yet, you ask? I've spent most of the day staring at this...
It just doesn't seem fair does it? She consumes my attention. I was told this would happen, but I didn't know why it would happen. To be quite honest, I have no idea why it still happens. I'm not in awe of her, I'm not always entertained, I think I'm just in shock. It's settling in very slowly for me. Since there isn't a lot of interaction on her part yet, it's hard to feel like I'm getting any quality time with her, but I love every second of it. I'm falling in love all over again. And watching Mackenzie be a mom is pretty cool too. She is way more natural at this than I am.

Yes, I'm saying that I'm not a very good mother. It's really hard to be a mother. She has a lot to do, and I don't know how she's getting it all done. Anyhow, I have two amazing girls in my home. God has blessed this time beyond what I deserve or selfishly expected. I have a lot more transitioning to do, but is life just one big transition into the presence of God? Ya, more thoughts on that later. GOODNIGHT!!
Brad (the chest pillow)
