Not Every Day Is Promised

I've been a mom for three weeks, and it is already by far the hardest thing I've ever done.  It would be easy to spend my days discontent, or to wish the time of a thousand diaper changes and late-night feedings away.  I have to remind myself to choose joy.  I have to intentionally soak up the moments I get with my little one.  My mantra these days is:  "Not every day with Emerson is promised, so I will enjoy today with him."