i've been feeling a little sorry for myself today.
for some amount of time, the husband and i had planned a night in boston. he has a rather long overnight there, this evening. over 24 hours. in pilot-terms...it's a long overnight. for us...it was to be a first night of...just us...
no plans. no babies. no kids. no house.
just us...and a hotel room. and a new city.
but stuff...got in the way. recovering girly-girls... recovering mama... birthday parties... midwife get-togethers... halloween costumes to be made...
still...i felt sad. sad that my husband and i weren't gonna be...just us...for the night.
until...this evening. the girly-girls and i picked up my dad from the airport. it was late...and belly fell asleep during the ride. coconut, on the other hand, didn't. she even managed to stay awake while i nested belly in her bed.
with the house quiet and creaking, i nursed her to sleep. i felt her sweet warm breath. i watched her eyes ever...so...slowly...sink closed. i felt her body deepen into my arms. i overheard her breath whispering slow and steady.
and my tears spilled.
my baby, that is not quite always my baby anymore, is still...my baby.
and even though i wasn't with her daddy tonight...
my night was still absolutely perfect because of that single moment watching her drift to sleep.