After all, it’s just her and I. But I get to wake up and pick my baby up out of her crib. I get to kiss her right where…

After all, it’s just her and I.

But I get to wake up and pick my baby up out of her crib.

I get to kiss her right where her neck meets her cheeks, which she loves.

I get to cuddle her while she drinks her morning bottle and watches Mickey Mouse.

I get to lay her on the couch, and lean in while she rubs her hands on my face (this is new and it kills me).

I get to pick out her clothes for the day and get her dressed.

I get to pick out bows and shoes for her to wear.

I get to put her in her car seat and take her with me to my mom’s to celebrate my very first official Mother’s Day.

I get to enjoy the compliments all day about how beautiful she is.

I get to make the bouncing laps around my mom’s spare bedroom trying to get her to go down for a nap.

I get to be there when she wakes up 15 minutes later.

I get to receive the smile she will have on her face, so proud of herself for closing her eyes for that long.

I get to lay on the floor with her while she figures out how to roll over.

I get to watch her chew on her teething rings to make her gums feel better.

I get to take her home with me at the end of the day.

I get to try to feed her solid foods, and laugh at the faces she makes.

I get to run her bath and watch her enjoy the warm water while she sucks on the wash cloth.

I get to rub her down with baby lotion.

I get to find her some soft, comfortable pajamas, and snuggle with her on my lap when she has them on.

I get to feed her the night time bottle, while we watch more Mickey Mouse.

I get to bounce her around the living room to try to get her to sleep.

I get to do even more laps when she wakes up after I lay her down.

I get to turn on the baby monitor and listen to her breathing while she sleeps.

I get to wash her bottles and fill them back up so they are ready for the next day.

I get to wash her clothes and make sure they are clean and comfortable for her to wear for the week.

I get to go to bed, knowing that my baby is in the next room sleeping peacefully, and I get to experience all of it again the next day. A day that’s not even Mother’s Day.

I get to do all of that. ME

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