Quinn, my favorite time of day are the mornings that I bring you into bed with me and let you fall back asleep on my chest. I feel and hear your breath, heavy at first, and then slowly quieting until all I can feel is the slight rise and fall of your chest against mine.
I'm not sure how many of these mornings we have left, as you have begun to sleep longer at night, making our waking and feeding times a bit later. And then there's that laundry that needs to be folded and those dishes that need to be washed. . . but for now I will choose to savoir these precious moments while you will still fall asleep so soundly against my skin. I love you.
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