Still, I think what I love most are the moments when time stands still. I bring you into our bed to nurse between 4 and 5 every morning, and you fall back to sleep with your head nuzzled into my neck. Your breath is warm and milky sweet, and what little hair you have smells slightly floral, like baby shampoo. This is why women become mothers. This is why the human race continues.
When you wake, you're all smiles and coos and lately, high-pitched screams. You are so certain that what you have to say is worth being heard, loudly. One day, you will learn how important it is to listen. For now, that's our job.
I so look forward to learning what you're thinking and what your dreams become. But no rush, baby. Take your time.
My love, always,