My day is filled with rushing, doing this and doing that. If I can just get this done while Maggie's sleeping, I can do that while she's in the jolly jumper. While she's still happy, I'll just sneak in a couple dishes here. Just wipe the counter here. Just grab a quick bite before I have to change a dirty diaper, entertain her, get her to sleep, feed her. Then I sit down. I relax. I rest. I grab my water bottle and nurse. One of my new favourite pastimes, though she is getting quite bossy and distracted with it lately.
That smile, that fleeting time when it's just us. Me and my babe, my daughter. And those eyes. She has eyes just for me, and I for her. I watch amazed as her tongue expertly manoeuvres to get what she needs and I stare into those beautiful blues. And I soak it all in.
Ps. I'm not even sorry about the boob. It is what it is. And doing what it's supposed to do. And my favourite picture and my favourite girl.
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Being a mom is truly wonderful, isn't it? :)
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