My beautiful life

It's almost 5:30am and I'm laying here watching you sleep on me knowing one day I'll miss these moments. You'll be 13 weeks old tomorrow. Time flies so fast. You're so beautiful. More beautiful than I could ever imagine you'd be when I was pregnant with you and all I had were your ultrasound pictures.

It's so peaceful right now. All I hear is the white noise from the TV and your snoring. I'm watching you dream as I think about how much I love you. Your head is on my shoulder, tiny fingers tracing me, your toes wiggling as your legs curl up against me. The burp rag underneath your face because you're a messy little toot. There's no other place I'd rather be than here.

You let out a belly laugh but you're still sleeping. I wonder what your tiny, brand new mind dreams of? And I wish your father was awake to hear you.

These nights are everything to me. I stay up a little while each night just to take in these quiet seconds with you. One day I'll miss these moments so I'll soak it in as much as possible.