Wednesday, December 5, 2012
this is why when i go to bed before everyone else and o bring her in for a feeding i get very confused. part of it is tiredness, but the bigger part is that i carry her with me in my being. so when he gets ready to hand her to me, i can't figure it out. in my mind she's with me, i'm already holding her...it's so strange.
i sit here this morning fresh spit-up on the front of my shirt, with the happiest tears in my eyes. this girl...our girl. it's amazing that someone so small can change things so much and have me thinking about the big things like i never have before.