Does it get any better than a happy baby?
My favorite part of the day is first thing in the morning,
when the sun hasn't come out yet,
and I wake my little boy up,
but he's not quiet awake.
He snuggles and hold me tight,
barely opening those swollen tired eyes.
And he looks at me smiling,
babbling something to let me know he's awake.
It's pure happiness.
I will admit pre Wyatt,
I was anything but a morning person.
but having those moments,
with just me and him,
make me look forward to those dark sleepy mornings.
Where the whole world is quiet,
except for him and me.
It's perfection!
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