Our dainty farm girl... It amazes me how different she is from her brother. Perhaps having a colicky baby first was a blessing - as this seems so simple.
I am enjoying these early days. They are a sleep deprived blur, where day and night blend together. However even without the rhythm of day and night, I am still managing to carve out moments to remember. The other night, we sat together in the rocking chair, looking at the stars and listening to the coyotes.
I felt so blessed to be warm and safe with my newborn. As we enter the holiday season, let's remember to be grateful for what we have.
Post a Comment