I have been thinking a lot lately about how I miss those middle of the night wake up calls from Grady. The ones where he wants to be held and rocked back to sleep. Where it is silent and dark in his room and we are the only two people in the world for that moment. He must have known that I needed a few minutes of that alone time because last night at exactly midnight, he started crying.
So we rocked, he slept, and I stared at the perfect little baby in my arms. And then we both had the best nights sleep ever.
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