Written on Sunday:

Today, for the first time, Elliot reached out while I was holding him and tried to grab my face. Every day has firsts: first walk, first bath, first trip to Illinois (today), the first time he heard Sitting on the Dock of the Bay & American Pie on the radio, first visits with great grandparents (also today). It’s hard to go to work wondering what I’ll miss, and harder still to bring work home. Teaching is a difficult profession. I know a number of people who have left it because they couldn’t stand the feeling that if they were awake, they were at work. It isn’t at all yet clear that I won’t be one of them (again).