Honestly, I went into one of those tears-streaming-down-your-face fits of laughter looking at this picture this morning. She looks like she’s dancing a jig. Seriously, just imagine those legs doing Lord of the Dance. Can’t. Stop. Laughing.
Does it ever wear off? The “enthrallment” of them? …of just looking at them and feeling like you’re the luckiest person in the world? I still feel like I’m in the hospital holding my newborn–that pinch-myself reality that I can’t believe this happiness is really happening to me. It hasn’t gone away, and I seriously expected it to. Not the happiness, of course, but that “can-this-really-be-happening-to-me?” dreaminess. It’s still there.
Brett did Daddy Duty several times this week while I had appointments or ran errands and I’ve missed her more each time. But I’m home now, the house is quiet, and she’s sound asleep in the sling..her heart beating right next to mine.