Morning - my favorite time of day. I wake up (after about 3 snoozes on my alarm) and I sneak a peak at my baby boy, sleeping peacefully in his crib. Shower, dress, pack lunch and get everything ready to leave for work.
Then the day begins.
I tiptoe into lil' man's room and pick him up. He reaches his arms up to stretch and as I pull him to my chest, he sticks his little butt up in the air, like babies do. While he's still half asleep, I change him. Then I nurse him. I don't turn on the TV. I don't look at my phone. I don't think about work. I don't think about what I need to do after I get off work or tomorrow or next week. I just nurse him and admire him. His eyes are still closed and he makes a squeak here and there while eating. He moves his fingers around and taps my breast. He's mine...all mine. He's the most beautiful thing that my eyes have ever seen. How could I have been so arrogant to think I even had a clue what this would feel like before I was a mother. My heart explodes.
I place him back in his crib until he wakes up for daddy to start his day with him. Then the day moves ahead at fast forward speed as I head to work and when I get off, more 'stuff' to do. But for those 30 minutes or so...just nursing and cuddling with my guy, nothing else matters.....