I was so grateful that I happened to have my nice camera on the dresser of me and Steven's bedroom on one such day. KJ stretched and cooed while I opened Gage's door. He came trotting out with a lazy grin on his face.
The sun was shining brilliantly through the window. These are the photos:
I love my life. I love it because every day is not like this. Most days, we are covered in sweat, pee, baby food, breast milk and tears by four PM. But there are the exceptional days when the stars align and we get twenty minutes or so of bliss. The hard work - the dinners that you slave over and everyone hates - the ripped books and ruined table cloths - the mastitis and migraines and stress acne - and allll the other stressful/painful/embarrassing/sad/pathetic/weird/gross things that come with, not just parenthood, but life, make those perfect moments, well, perfect.
The French say that the best spice is hunger. Both literally and figuratively, I couldn't agree more.