Of Mothers and Kristin

We have Baylie in our bed almost every morning. She is nestled between us, which gives her opportunity to be our new alarm clock. In the middle of the night she will make fussing noises. Kristin hears them first. She gets up and brings her in, sets her beside me and tosses a new diaper in one of two places: on Baylie's belly or on my face. I'll sit up and change her diaper while she fills a new bottle with Baylie's formula. Baylie drinks that for a while before she dozes off until about 6:15 a.m. when our new alarm clock sounds off happily.

This morning I heard Baylie first. So I brought her to the bed. It must have been earlier than usual because when I gave her the pacifier she was out in an instant. I had already gotten the diaper and set it between Kristin and Baylie. I wish I had remembered to toss it on Kristin's face. All the better, Kristin apparently didn't hear all that happen. When the alarm clock chimed at 6:15 she was surprised that Baylie was in our bed already. I know Kristin and I know that my surprise gave her an inner smile. Those are my favorite kind to cause.

I am married to the sweetest woman. She loves me no matter what. She cares for Baylie full-time, and yet I can say I have her whole heart. Life lived with such a companion could not get any better.