Last night, I was staring at my daughter as she slept. Because that’s what mothers do. We stare at our children while they sleep. And our hearts break into a million tiny pieces with the weight of our love for them. It’s both scary and exhilarating to know that I can love so much.
I am obsessed with my younger daughter. Okay, fine. I’m actually obsessed with both my daughters but I absolutely love this infant stage that my youngest is at. She’s no longer a newborn and not yet a toddler. She is at the perfect part of infancy.
Why is it so perfect? I can give you so many reasons but I’ll try to stick to the top five:
I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind. I’ve been cooped up in my house with both an easily upset newborn and a whiny toddler for far too long. I feel like either crying hysterically or laughing manically at the turn of a whim. I take a look in the mirror and have a feeling that this is what crazy looks like.
