I found myself very reflective this weekend when Friday marked the 2 month mark to Baby Martin's arrival. Ben and I had a quiet evening at home: we ate dinner out on the back patio and sat quietly and read for the rest of the evening. When we headed to bed I couldn't help but feel some grief for the coming loss of times like these. Looking into that little bedroom across that hall I knew that things would soon never be the same. As we enjoy quiet, restful evenings they aren't being taken for granted, and at the same time, I want to embrace the times that are to come very soon.