3am

It's 3am & she's just been fed. These early mornings are, strangely enough, my favorite time. The rest of the world fades away. Rose might fuss a little when I change her diaper, just a small whimper as if to say "ugh, mama it's too early for this" but generally she'll sleep through that too. I swear she even sleep-eats.

I love these quiet moments because in them I can pretend that the 6-page psych paper I have to write doesn't exist, the appointments and obligations and work that is waiting for me...it doesn't exist. In this moment, it's just me & this snoring baby. I stare at her and get lost in the rhythm of her breathing. It's absolutely intoxicating.

Eventually I lay her back down in the bassinet by our bed. It's 3am & I am so tired but so alive. So aware of how blessed I am. I close my eyes and drift back to sleep knowing that right now, life is so damn beautiful.