I can well recall life with our first little love.  When two became three.  It was the most contented I have ever been.  Here was this vastly foreign, fragile little life brought into our care, and our relative obliviousness was palpable, yet we remained responsible nonetheless.  Our intense focus and exploration into parenthood meant there were no future dreams or far off pursuits to be reconciled with.  Just the exhaustion yet wonder of a little life whose needs were for that moment alone.  I felt what it was like to live in the moment given you.  

Contentment is truly the most rewarding of dispositions.  Though like a garden, it must be cultivated with intentionality time and time again.

But if a newborn is to remind us of one thing, may it be that life is best lived when our gaze is fixed on what we have.  Not on that which we do not.