Someday I will write my daughters’ birth stories.

And I will write about breastfeeding during pregnancy.  And I will write about tandem nursing in those first few days postpartum.  And I will write about the difficulties I have encountered nursing Evelyn.  And I will write about the breast infection that nearly did me in last week.

Someday I will write about the photography projects I’ve been working on, about capturing the beauty of breastfeeding and the ecstasy of birth through a lens.  Someday I will write about the books we’ve been reading.  About the carriers we’ve been using.  About the seeds I’ve been dreaming of planting.

And I will write about the pride I feel when Charlotte speaks to me in French.  And I will write about her excitement upon celebrating St. Nicholas’ Day this year.  And I will write about the California native wildflowers we are going to plant together in the spring.

And someday I will write about Evie’s sleepy smiles.  And someday I will write about the bond Charlotte is developing with her father.  And someday I will write about how postpartum recovery went the second time around.

Someday.

But for right now, it’s play-dates at the aquarium and twirling about in princess dresses.  It’s lazy mornings and apples with peanut butter for lunch.  It’s impossibly high-pitched voices and impossibly tiny hands.  It’s kisses and snuggles and painting all afternoon.  It’s taking walks and peeling tangerines and telling fairy tales.

There just doesn’t seem to be time for much else.

** Charlotte is three years and four months old.  Evie will be one month old tomorrow.