It was 4am when we woke to the cry of our baby girl. It was clear she was not going to fall back to sleep on her own, so Daddy went in for the rescue. He changed her diaper and rocked her softly as her cries grew louder. I hear him say, "Let's go see if mommy wants to give you a snack." They entered our room and the crying ceased. She wanted her mommy, and her mommy's sweet milk. Her eye lids grew heavy as she nursed and I admired the glow of her hair in the moonlight. We laid there belly to belly after her feeding, and I couldn't take my eyes off her sweet face. She's so beautiful. So mine.
Sydney's eyes flew open when Beaker appeared, meowing for attention. She was happy to give it. We spent a good 15 minutes laughing and talking as Jason was trying to sleep next to us. Oops. I couldn't help myself! He gave up and turned over to watch his daughter laugh. I continued to tickle her, and kiss her soft cheeks, and play. It was one of those moments where the rules had to be broken. One of those moments in life where everything seems right and nothing could be better. Elation escalated with every heartbeat. It was PURE. BLISS.
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