In the current moment, there is time for being in the current moment. There is time for creativity of various sorts. There is time for nursing and pumping and, when that's not enough, ordering UK-made formula because someone told me it's better than the American kind. It smells better, so I believe them. There is time for handwriting practice and math homework checking and taking the dictation of spelling-word-bespangled stories. There is time for teacher conferences. There is time for Lego princess projects and watching over bubble baths. There is time for packing lunches and eating dinner and taking showers (almost daily!) and giving baths (weekly) and clipping many, many nails. There is time for listening and talking and time for worrying and time for dreaming and time for sleeping. There is time for laughing (every day, laughing with our silly Bayboh; just once, a real date to see John Oliver live when we would normally be sleeping). There is time for knitting. There is time for loving and living and wishing there was more time and knowing there always and never is.