I miss waking up in the wee hours of the morning to nurse him, and then falling back asleep and not waking up until he wakes up again to eat.
I miss staying up late at night while he cries, knowing I can sleep in the next morning.
I miss holding him at lunch time, (even though Bradd has met us for lunch a few times which does my heart good).
I miss rocking him to sleep for his mid-morning nap.
I miss rocking him to sleep for his mid-afternoon nap.
I miss reading to him at any time I/we wanted.
I miss his sweet little head nesseled in the crook of my neck at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
Yeah, back to reality is tough...but what a blessing my reality is! :-)
Here are his 11 week pictures taken on St. Patrick's Day! Yay!
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