Perspective

So, remember yesterday how I was lamenting about how old I am was feeling?  That's the funny thing about getting words down on paper (or blog, in my case).  You get a new perspective on your words, and really start to see things in a new light.

This morning, I woke up to the sound of my baby girl babbling at about 6:30.  I picked her up out of the corner of the crib that she had wedged herself into, and sat down and fed her.  And then we cuddled for a few minutes before I deposited her back in and headed back to bed myself.  The sun was already shining and I knew it was a beautiful day. I'm pretty sure back in my younger days, unless I was going to work or watching the sun come up after a late night, I didn't even know 6:30 existed.

7:30, same situation except that I brought her back in bed with me, and after feeding her we dozed off until about 9:00.  I'll never cease to marvel at the how it feels to lay in bed with my husband by my side, and baby girl nestled up on my chest, one hand resting on my neck.  Pure bliss.  Those times make me feel truly whole and unbelievably happy.  I never would have this if I was still out until 5:00. 

Even now, Abrielle and I are well in to our routine, hour long breakfast.  She is playing with her spoon, shoveling banana into her mouth and telling me an outrageous story  punctuated with a few shrieks, giggles and dadadadadadad's.  Ty is out pressuring washing her new carseat and gearing up for a golf game this afternoon.  My biggest concern today is finding Abby's sunscreen and deciding if I want to take the stroller or the push trailer for our walk this afternoon.

Being old is kind of awesome.