Tears

I have a vivid memory of one of the last times Harlie fell asleep on my chest. I was sitting on my bed most likely watching Bravo DVR'd while I nursed her. When she had finished I laid her on my shoulder and she fell asleep. As I felt her sweet warm breath on my neck I told myself not to forget that moment, for it might be the last. For several minutes I just closed my eyes and kissed her head breathing in that intoxicating new baby smell, wanting to stop time.

Today, as I sit with the heft of my precious Ashlynne on my chest, the first tears since being back to work are rolling down my face. Lazy mornings like this will be few and far between now, and Ash is growing so fast that I fear moments like this will be fading fast too.

 A few minutes ago, I took a picture and sent this text to Scott (afraid that my voice would wake her up):

"I have so much to do but I don't want to get up. I keep thinking it could be the last time she sleeps on me like this.😥"

He looked up at me with a pout then said , "It's ok, we have all day..."

So yeah, I guess I'm not moving. Packing up those newborn clothes can definitely wait.