Today's lovely thing is night-time Tiger feeding.
I thought getting up to feed "the baby" in the middle of the night would be a nasty job.
But that was before I found out "the baby" was Tiger.
How can it be a nasty job when the little person I get to hang out with is so very excited to be awake and alive and part of the world? How can it be nasty when she does huuugggeeee sttttrrreetttchhhesss and kicks her little legs and says "hello" to me (actually, it's probably closer to "aaayyyooo", but it sure sounds like "hello")?
How can it be nasty when those big blue eyes twinkle and that little mouth stretches into an enormous, ecstatic smile?
Tiger is so thrilled to be alive. How can it be anything other than blissful to spend a few extra sneaky hours with her, no matter how exhausted I am?
Tiger, even at 1am, you are astoundingly lovely.
~ Love, Miss Cackle
~ Love, Miss Cackle
1 comments:
Oh wow, what a beautiful way of looking at those long nights with babies.
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