A fellow blogger's post reminded me of a post I keep forgetting to write, lol. I never knew what people meant by "perfect moments" until recently, but I had two in the first few weeks since Morgan's birth.
The first was at her two week checkup. It was just past the peak of the fall colors, and it had been storming all day, but as I came out of the office, the slate gray clouds were still scudding overhead, and behind them the setting sun was lighting up all the trees with vivid color. I love that weather. It was a perfect moment, walking out into the late afternoon with my brand new baby snuggled against me.
The other one was a week or so later, when I got up during the night to feed her. After I went back to bed, and she settled down again to sleep, for almost half a minute I could hear all four of my sweethearts breathing softly in the stillness; Mark, Andy, Hunter, and Morgan. Eventually someone broke the pattern and stirred, but those several seconds were a perfect moment.
The first was at her two week checkup. It was just past the peak of the fall colors, and it had been storming all day, but as I came out of the office, the slate gray clouds were still scudding overhead, and behind them the setting sun was lighting up all the trees with vivid color. I love that weather. It was a perfect moment, walking out into the late afternoon with my brand new baby snuggled against me.
The other one was a week or so later, when I got up during the night to feed her. After I went back to bed, and she settled down again to sleep, for almost half a minute I could hear all four of my sweethearts breathing softly in the stillness; Mark, Andy, Hunter, and Morgan. Eventually someone broke the pattern and stirred, but those several seconds were a perfect moment.
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