Monday, 7:30 pm

It’s a Monday evening at 7:30 pm, and I sit in the glider in the dark in my infant daughter’s room.

The air is warm and the blue nightlight on her monitor allows me to watch my sweet girl in my arms.

I can feel her every breath, and I can’t help but just take in the moment. As a working mom, the day consisted of proposals and meetings and interviews, but now, as I sit here, nothing else matters.

I forget that the load of laundry has been in the dryer since last night. I ignore that I really wanted to watch the newest Bravo! show that is currently on. Because in this moment, as a working mom, this is my time with my daughter.

So I hold her a little closer, kiss her little nose, and I make sure to allow the time to freeze for just a few minutes.