I am really surprising myself with this post by stating something I never thought I would hear myself say:"My favorite time of the day is when I first wake up in the morning".
No really. I'm not bluffing. Seriously, its the first twenty minutes after I wake up. Those of you who know me really well, probably cannot imagine me typing that with a straight face.
I have my reasons - or reason - which is of course Hailey. She is the only thing that could ever, possibly make me love the moments directly following the silencing of the alarm clock.
Lately, when I have been getting up for her morning feeding, I bring her into our bedroom and lay her on our big 'body pillow' - the more relaxed she is, the easier it is to feed her (and how can you not be relaxed on a body pillow?). Well... there is something about our room and the light filtering in from our window that makes my daughter look absolutely flawless. Don't get me wrong, she is a beautiful child at any time, but with the pale blue morning light...she is perfection. The redness around her mouth from her slight 'pacifier rash'...gone, as is the scratch which resulted from her mom & dad's inability to catch the latest long fingernail in time.
I'd say she looks like a doll or an angel, but that is pretty cliche (besides, dolls kinda creep me out). She looks like, a painting - from one of the great renaissance masters. An artist of light and texture who can capture the way light plays off of the few wispy hairs atop her head and can make you feel the softness of her cheek. Even the little morning eye crusties look like jewels just waiting for a crown. I would love to take a picture of that moment, but I doubt a camera could catch it.
I could stay like that all day. What job, what career could ever be more important than that moment?
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