Mother’s Day

The day started like any other… I woke up to Emma’s cooing, (which by the way is happening earlier and earlier each day) looked over at my alarm clock (which unmistakeably said 6:27,) and then looked at Ian. “Which one of us is going to get her?,” I thought to myself.

You see, during the week, I make myself get up when she does. I get her from her crib and take her out into the living room for her feeding and start the day. BUT, on the weekends when Ian is around I get Emma and bring her back to bed for her feeding. It gives us some time together, and Emma is treated to a nap in Mommy and Daddy’s bed. I actually look forward to the weekends to do this… I LOVE it.

So, I think it was me who ended up getting her. Ian seemed preoccupied- he whispered something into his pillow and rolled over for more sleep. I brought Emma back to bed and nursed her. Her eyes were probably open for all of 30 seconds before they closed again. I, on the other hand, stayed awake just to LOOK AT HER. I couldn’t stop. I love looking at her. She is so perfect. So beautiful. How in the world could I have made someone so wonderful? AND how much more wonderful can she get??? I mean, she is only 3 1/2 months old… She is SURELY going to get MORE wonderful. I couldn’t take it. I closed my eyes. I opened them. She was still there. It was real. It was at that moment that I decided I was the luckiest woman in the world. What a great day Mother’s Day was going to be…

Author: denissewarshak

I am married to my high school sweetheart. We have the best three kids in the world. I like to write, craft, and appreciate the beautiful things around me.

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