Are these the best days of our lives? It came up recently during pillow time. And it sure seems so. Perhaps we’re feeling this way because every day with our baby is wonderful and fresh. There’s no need for big milestones anymore. Or because we’re in that pocket of life where folks are generally healthy, before life begins to unravel. Or because many older parents, including readers of this blog, look back fondly on their own early parent days despite the how demanding they are. At a certain point when enough people say the same thing it’s probably true.
Whatever the reason, it’s clear that this season of life, the family formation years, is a deeply special part of being human. I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything, knowing that the window in which we’re our children’s world is so fleeting. Nothing beats walking into a room first thing in the morning to a cheery grin. Or the uncontrollable giggles. Or seeing a child try, try again until they eventually get there. A baby in the home is a daily reminder of the tiniest of joys and wonder around us. A joy that I hope is multiplied over the next few years.
We are happy. Are these the best days of our lives? I guess time will tell. But I don’t want to wait to appreciate them.