How do you measure a year?
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear. How do you measure, Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. Measure a year? It's the eve of Ellie's first birthday and I'm sitting in a dark living room looking at the birthday decorations surrounding me. They are haphazard, and a bit lazy if I'm being honest, and I'm mad at myself for not being more on top of this. I should have a big celebration planned, I should be buying platters and ordering pizzas to feed friends and family. But I'm not. Not for lack of hoping I guess, we all know the lockdown situation that is upon us. I think back in the summer we all assumed this wouldn't be a big deal by now. No one expected Christmas to be cancelled. But having a December baby means not only is Christmas cancelled, but so are big giant 1st birthday parties. This isn't a COVID blog, I promise. It factors in...