That precious moment when you find yourself sitting in bed with spit up on your shoulder, a stack of used diapers to your side, sleeping dogs at your feet, and a sleeping baby on your lap... and it hits you in a really profound way that this moment right now is magical and should be treasured and remembered. This moment is worth the third diaper change that immediately followed the second, which immediately followed the first. This moment is worth the 3:00 am wakeup to take a sweet dog with an upset tummy out to go poop. This moment and all of the moments before and since are worth it all. This life of being needed by a four month old is not for the weak... But it's also not as hard as it can be made out to be. If I take each moment and slow down enough to recognize the magic in it... the divinity available for me to soak up... well then it's easier. It's easier in that it's worth all of the work... not in that it's "easy." Being a parent is a lot of unglamorous work... but it's more pure magic than work if you take the time to see it.
** Immediately after posting this: My daughter woke herself up pooping. Glamorous magic, I tell you.