My head hits the pillow for the 5th time. I hold
my breath, listening for Will’s cry, and am rewarded with silence. It’s 430
a.m. but I don’t mind. The fact that he is sleeping in the next room is enough.
I love waking to his cry.. his cute little whimper that
sounds more like a bleating lamb. I love giving him baths and kissing his
dripping piggy toes. There’s nothing like a naked baby! I love watching him and
his big brother as they snuggle on the couch. I love how all of his cries are
followed by an adorable frown. I love that he’s starting to move his arms and
legs. I love being able to be with him every day and not wonder who is taking
care of him. I love that he loves his binky. I love how his tiny body looks in
his big bouncer. I love watching his reaction as I sing lullabies. I love that
he loves to be held by his momma. I love his little peach fuzz on top of his little
head.
Each day, every hour, is a choice.
Today I choose to enjoy every single minute I’m given with
this miracle baby.
I can’t get enough.
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