the dance

When I’m feeding / holding Bob, I’m constantly doing this dance with myself, feeling super present with her and just taking her in, gazing at her, feeling lucky and moved to tears, but then Bored, so very very Bored, so I think about work or look at my phone and learn that someone has died, someone else has been born, some price is going up and another is going down, this movie is good and that show is bad. Then she farts softly into my hand, bringing me back. We do it all over again.

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