Morning reflection

Last night was full of feedings, which I honestly didn't mind, because all I did was pick her little babbling self up, feed her, kiss her, and lay her back down. Come 630 this morning when I heard her again from the bassinet, I was absolutely not ready to get up. Those who know me, especially my husband, know I am NOT a morning person. But I reminded myself, this is a fleeting time in her life. She will never be this little ever again. So I got up, (with a smile on my face I might add), and picked her up. We laid in bed together listening to Joss Stone and Indie Arie with intermittent suckling until Papa made it home from work. We got in our sling and prepared for morning nap. Being a morning person isn't so bad when I have this peach with me.