Yesterday was not the best day of my life, and I was looking forward to sleeping the finals hours away as I dragged my body up the stairs late last night.
At the top of the stairs I noticed a thin ray of light from the nightlight seeping out from under Little Bug's door. A normal, every night occurrence.
And yet, the thought that ran through my mind in that moment was
Holy Cow, my baby is actually in that room sleeping. It really happened.
Among all the millions of things in my life to be grateful for, I am grateful for my not-always-rosy journey to motherhood that has instilled this sense of awe I still have when I sometimes look at my son (or his nursery door). I hope to never forget just what a miracle he is in my life.
What a total miracle, I agree. Always nice to have a reminder :)
ReplyDeleteFor us it has been three years and I still feel exactly that way. Every once in awhile that feeling just takes over...amazing!
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