but not in her bassinet. She doesn't like her swing or her crib. She likes to fall asleep on Mama's shoulder and scoot her way down to my chest before she will rest comfortably. My hair is thrown into a messy bun. As for a shower, I'm pretty sure my last one was on Tuesday. Laundry baskets are full. There are dinner dishes in the sink, but I hold her and rock her anyway. I feel the softness of her skin and smell the sweetness of her breath. I admire her tiny fingers and precious little nose.
A month has passed since the midwife put this little girl on my chest for the first time and many a night since then she has slept peacefully there.
Yes, my house is messy, my arms are sore, and I don't think I've ever known this level of exhaustion, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. For as quickly as this first month has passed, I know that the next eighteen years will do the same. Before I know it, I'll be lying in bed wishing for just one more night with my baby sleeping in my arms.
So with greasy hair and a grateful heart, I praise Him for this gift and kiss my Londyn girl again.