The Weight of it All

This is really hard shit y'all.

Baby Squish is very good at crying.  Especially at night.

And I am tired.

I am tired to my bones and today I cried.

I hate crying.

This is all so big and overwhelming and beautiful and wonderful and amazing.

I reach a point of frustration beyond words and then at just the right time Squishface will look up at me and smile the biggest smile, and I am overwhelmed with love and joy and wonder at the fact that I have such a huge responsibility in shaping this person into who they will become.

I'm not sure if depression is sinking in or if everything is just a little big right now.  I am feeling the weight of this whole parenting thing.

Every day it get's a little easier and a little harder all at the same time.