I am not a morning person. Joe will be the first to tell you. It's one of my many down falls. I'm a 9 o'clocker, in my dream world. Or on the days Joe kindly lets me sleep in, which have been often lately. But nothing wakes me up in a better mood than seeing this little boys face. Even if it's 2 AM. The sun never shined so happily through my window.
As the sunlight cast across his face, my heart melts. Everyday for the past 24 days.
Mothering a 4th child is just as fun as mothering all the rest, maybe even better because each time I learn to live for today a little more. I hold him more because I know how fast this time will pass, rather than worry that I am going to create a demanding child or mess up his schedule. I'm all for schedules, if I have a baby who keeps one, but these days are too short to miss out on the moments all because of a schedule.