Time to Go to Bed

When I left on Friday morning, baby gave me the first honest-to-God hug she has given me. Between that moment and when I arrived home twenty minutes ago, I thought of her hug eighty or a hundred times. Besides being impressed that she could decipher that I was going to be away from the house longer than normal, I was struck by the strength of baby’s personhood. She is capable of intentionality in a way I did not anticipate. That I get to celebrate Father’s Day with her when the sun comes up in the morning is good enough reason to go to sleep now.