Monday, September 12, 2011
Laying in bed with Spencer asleep on my chest, in his star jammies that Aunt Sherry brought to him in the NICU, is perfection. It's something I never thought I would love this much. All the garbage that has happened or is happening or might happen with him melts away. It's almost like he's back in my belly again where he was safe. He's safe here in my lovin' arms and he calms and soothes me without even knowing it or meaning to. While I love the time we spend with daddy, my favorite time of day is when I've given Spencer his early morning bottle and we climb into my bed for an hour or two after Todd gets up for work. Mommy and Spencer nap time. If you pull away the layers of garbage we're under, at the core, I'm madly, completely, and eternally in love with Spencer. I can't stress it enough. He's my best buddy. My favorite. Just being with him and seeing how awesome and laid back he is through it all blows my mind. It's amazing what a little snuggle can do to set you right. I owe all my good moment to you, little boo.