Time

I sit here with my 13 month old daughter in my left arm as she blows booger bubbles and rubs them on my black shirt while typing with one finger from my right hand. I sat down to write a blog about life and how it changes but my thoughts quickly turn to thinking about time. As Sophia jumps off my lap and starts blowing her nose on my new pants, I have come to the conclusion that you value time so much more when you have none to yourself. Don't get me wrong I love my time with my daughter, but I could do without the booger bubbles and snot stained pants.