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.