As I sit down to write this post, I don’t know what I will say. I’ve been putting it off all evening, and now it’s 11:55pm, and it’s time to put ruminating aside.

It’s not that I lack things to talk about. I could talk about Phoebe’s babbling, her 12 different giggles, her pottying, her almost-crawling, her endless teething (without any actual teeth, I might add). There are things I could say about myself as a 6 month old mom; struggles, insights, joys, memories. There is so much to say. There are so many small and significant things that I could say, that I could cram into a blog post in an effort to hold onto a bit of the Now.