On Friday and Saturday of every week River and I get some guy time. Just the two of us doing what we do: taking walks, chatting on the couch, spitting up, singing songs, tummy time, spitting up, napping, drinking milk, spitting up, and smiling. It’s a good life and a good reminder of how a simple day can be a fulfilling day.

Elle and I trade off roles during other days and I sometimes have a sense of being pulled elsewhere—that I’d rather get back to writing or whatever else might need to be done. But on Friday and Saturday Elle is off at class for her foundation year of Waldorf teacher training and there is no other choice.

These days I relax, move into our time together with joy and intention. I don’t have a sense of needing to be elsewhere or doing anything other than focusing on River. It’s an attitude I wish I could carry every other day, but I’m glad to have these weekly reminders that our time together, even when it is exhausting, is really a gift. He’s growing quick and things are ever changing. It’s a rare deal that I get to witness as much as I do.