One Hand Typing
Best-day-ever, #6.
I'm sitting in bed with a computer in my lap and a sleeping newborn on one arm. I'm so happy that I can barely keep from crying. She's like a drug, a bliss-inducing-endorphine-pump, and the main side effect is a remarkable Zen understanding that this very moment, this instant, is the most precious thing in the universe.
After everything we went through to get her here, I was afraid that I would have my happiness always tempered by fears for her well-being. But that hasn't been the case. I've been getting the full, unadulterated, joy of her and her existence and I am thankful for it. Looking at her, feeling her breath and the warmth of her body, I can think only of how wonderful it all is.
Even the poop.
posted by David @ 8:59 AM
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