Tonight I arrived home from a two-day work trip in Massachusetts after this sweet baby had already gone to bed.
I’m exhausted but I find myself craving her sleepy dead weight on my chest. So much so that I will tiptoe into her room, slide around the creaky spots in the floor, and peer over her crib rail to imagine it a little better.
That steady, slow breathing. The unconscious shifting of weight.
Until tomorrow morning, I’ll let the sleeping beauty be and appreciate her from her afar but not without a sneak and a peek and a #TBT.