Dear Precious Baby,
I love looking at your sweet little face while you’re nursing. I love how your eyes roll back, like it is the best thing on earth. I love watching your little chin quiver as you drink your milk. I love how you open your eyes just a little, as though you want to make sure I am taking it all in, admiring your innocent beauty. I love how you can find my fingers to hold with your eyes closed. I love your sweet baby smell. I love that God created my body perfectly, that I can give you the nourishment you need to grow healthy and strong. I love how I feel my heartbeat when I hold you.
I love you.
This will probably be a short post, as the title gives you a hint as to who decides how much time I have to myself! I am writing this, sitting in my van, in our church parking lot. Why, you’re wondering? Because I am DESPARATE for the baby to get a nap! Daddy is in the church with the other four children, yes, being a brave man with three and five year old boys on a Sunday night! So thankful for a brave husband, willing to go to the front lines for his woman! Baby sister fell asleep on the way here, so I am stealing a little bit of quiet time! Going to (GASP) play on my phone now…are mommies allowed to have time for that? I guess baby will decide!