The days are long but the years are short.
I never really got it until I had Mary Tilman. I never got the exhaustion, the busy, the lifechanging-ness that everyone said would come. I never got a lot of it until I had Mary Tilman.
When she was an infant, I yearned for more sleep, less baby weight, more help, less fear. I longed for the next phase, whether that be sleeping through the night, sitting up, crawling, walking and talking. I was always ready for the next phase.
The days, yes they are long, but the years are way too short.