Tired, but happy.

🐇 Tired, but happy.
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It was a month ago tonight when this little lady bounced into our lives.
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I could write about how many times I’ve just teared up looking at her little blueberry eyes.
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I could write about how instantly and with my whole self I knew she was our perfect bean and how every fiber of my being instantly sought to comfort and protect her.
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I could write about the noises; how each little coo while she’s sleeping is a different animal, from squirrel to eagle to dolphin to the most curious owl in the whole wood.
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I could write about all the dreams I’m having for her, and the ones I watch her having, the ones where she shows off each face she knows how to make.
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I could write about how her tiny arms and legs are just now starting to come under her control, how they’re no longer just these wild, seemingly self-possessed things that can frighten her.
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I could write about her smell.
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I could write about the thousand songs I’ve already sung her; both the classics with her name inserted, and the on-the-spot improvs about everything she’s seeing and doing. And the songs about how much I love her.
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I could write about her all night.
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I’ll be writing about her for the rest of my life.
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Right now, though, as she starts to finally doze off (as does her mom), I’ll attempt to do the same.
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Tired, but happy.