I’m writing this while a tiny baby sleeps on my chest. She will be eight weeks old in a few days. She is almost exactly the size of my torso, and her tiny arms are thrown around me, like she’s giving me a hug. Her sweet-smelling head rests under my chin. This? This is what I’m supposed to be doing. There is nothing else in the world I would rather be doing right now.
Today, I woke up on time after having slept through the night. My wonderful husband made me bacon and eggs for breakfast to celebrate my first day at my new job. Then, he walked me to work. Because I can walk to work. It takes about six minutes.
I can’t think of a thing that I would change. Not a thing. And for that, I am grateful.
I would put a picture with this post, but I haven’t asked yet if that would be ok and never, ever post pictures of other people’s babies without permission. So you’ll just have to take my word for it that this is the sweetest thing ever!