Time used to pass a day at a time, with daily schedules and to-do lists, and I often considered one of my favorite lines from T. S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,”
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
as Garrett’s and my days were very comfortably metered, beginning with coffee together each morning and ending with setting up the coffee pot at the close of each day.
Now our days have no beginning or end but rather run together, marked by hour increments of feeding and changing diapers. In this way time begins to seem as if it passes very quickly and I can understand how a couple can feel surprised by their baby’s growth and change after just a week or month.
Right now, Nenive is tiny, utterly dependent and so sweet. She’ll always be sweet but right now I’m going to enjoy the hours with her asleep in my lap.