At 3:45 a.m. this morning, our entire house was woke up. After nursing, Jack was WIDE awake and in turn, so was I. Charlie was muttering in his room and eventually cried out – Daddy woke up to get him. I camped out on the couch with my two boys and daddy attempted to get some more sleep to no avail. In the fiften minutes before he joined us, I caught a glimpse of my life in the next years.
Charlie sat next to me visibly shaking with excitement as Buzz came catapulting onto the screen (Toy Story 3). He has seen this moment 1,000 times but gets just as excited every.single.time. As I looked down to my right, Jack laid there, cradled in my arm, staring up at me with his blue-for-now eyes and began “chatting” with me – obviously providing his own commentary on a sure to be family favorite for everyone in the coming years. The smiles & happiness at almost 4 a.m. are just what I needed.
As I hear countless stories of heartache & pain, I say a silent “thank you” that I GET to do this every day. Even if I don’t get out of my pjs or dinner is just from a drive-thru, I get to squeeze these precious gems and hear there laughter. For that? I’d get up early (mostly) any day.