That which consumes and fills me.

Its that un-nameable quality of her eyes. It is blue-grey in color but dances with mischief and desire to be doing the next thing "on her list." She may be all of 8 months old, but her appetite for movement is already insatiable. She went from barely scooting two weeks ago, to full-on coordinated crawling. She covers vast areas in mere seconds, but is not content with this new found ability to explore. She now pulls with her arms and stiffens her legs in a desire to walk along the furniture.

If you were to ask me, she is her mother's daughter. A little "D" in her spunk and determination. She cries only to have a need met and is quickly comforted. While teething like a fiend, her resolve to be on the go has not waned. In awe I have watched as 3 teeth have emerged on top with the 4th to follow soon. Other than some drooling and chewing, she has taken it in her baby stride. She is ever quick to flash a smile, and giggles with glee when we dance and sing with her.

The world may fall down around me. The laundry piles up, the housework halts, and I lose track of time. But we're running on a different kind of time these days. Its baby time. It consumes me and it fills me. Most of all it anchors me. Its makes me feel I am exactly where I am supposed to be.