The beginning and end of your day are two of my favorite daily moments. As I pick you up out of your crib in the morning, you are always happy to see me. And as I embrace you in a morning hug, GirlyGirl, you always drop your hands to your side and burrow your upper body and head into my torso and neck. It is clearly your version of a hug and, in the early morning, before the day picks up into a frenzied pace, I get one moment where it’s just us, baby and Daddy, together in a sweet, tender, loving moment.
By the time the day ends and I have endured work, and corralling your brother and sister into jammies, brushing of teeth and bedtime stories before I turn my attention to you and our little own bedtime routine. As I hit “play” on the iPod docking station that plays your lullabies, we sit in the darkness as I feed you your last bottle of the day. You take the bottle while looking at me in the darkness and you never fuss. And, unlike in the early days, once the bottle is done, you seem to understand that it’s bed time. I transition you to hold you against my upper body as I gently rub your back until you burp. Then, to make sure you are ready to be transitioned to your crib, I hold you for about five minutes. It is then that you, once again, drop your arms to your side and burrow into my body. You rest your cheek on my shoulder as I inhale the baby smell of your soft, curly hair.
Eventually, I lower your tired little body into your crib, kissing your soft, chubby cheeks as I do while wishing you sweet dreams. Most nights, you leave your burrow and practically dive into your bed where you burrow your upper body into the mattress as you get comfy enough to sleep.
I leave the room, the sounds of lullabies wafting towards the door and I’m already looking forward to the morning. For my good-morning burrow.
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