trying.

I have been trying to find the positive in things, and trying to soak in all these moments of Motherhood. Sometimes it is easier said, then done. I look at our baby, and she is looking more and more like a little girl. Time goes by so quickly, and I already miss the day we brought her in to this world. Yes, this is all so cliché...I know.

Some nights long after I have nursed her back to sleep {again!}, I sit and rock. Sometimes I talk to her, even though she is snoring {and I love the snoring too}. Sometimes I inspect her chubby little fingers, and rub her soft chubby cheeks. I adore when she has an awesome case of bed head, or when her cheeks get nice and rosy from us being skin to skin.

I have gotten frustrated with her sleeping patterns, but in the quiet of the night when I give myself the chance to think...I realize she is my miracle. This baby girl we knew should be ours, we were lucky enough to get. I have relished these moments we get to share in the middle of the night more lately.

The other night Bina just needed me to hold her, tell her I loved her, and put her back to bed. When I crawled back to bed Paul said this...and it stuck.

"Doesn't it feel good to know that someone needs you so much they can't even go an entire night without you."

How can you be mad at that sweet thing when you look at it this way?