Considering baby Elle turns 5 weeks tomorrow, I'm getting this post done by the skin of my teeth.
I'm sitting here exhausted, oily hair pulled up in a ponytail, wearing one of 4 shirts I have in heavy rotation because I don't want to leak all over everything else, looking at a messy house that is slowly becoming overrun by all things baby Elle.. and you know what, folks? I'm happy. Completely satisfied. Life is good. Why?
My baby smiles when she sees me.
She just started this. When I come around a corner and her little eyes lock on me, her mouth breaks into the widest smile you've ever seen. Her eyes crinkle up. She takes a few loud breaths. And I fall in love all over again.
That smile makes up for the fuss and holler. The late nights. The groundhog's day that is my life right now. The millions of diapers.
And why don't I post a picture of this? Because at the exact instant she lights up mama's life with that smile my milk lets down and a camera is the last thing on my mind. Go figure.