First thing in the morning has always been a good time for Adelaide. Even back when she was the crankiest of cranks 75% of the day, she almost always had a good (a.k.a. cry-free) half hour or so right after she woke up in the morning. We could've just come out of the worst night, and I could've been dreading the crying that I knew was inevitable with the coming day, but then I would walk into her room, open her swaddle and out her little arms would pop, a smile stretching across her face, and suddenly I was excited about what the day might hold. (hmm, run-on sentence there?)
These days, cranky times are few and far between. But I still think first thing in the morning is the time I most look forward to each day. Lately she's been waking up in this silly little mood. She likes rolling around with her toys and bouncing and bobbing while holding the rail, nothing but smiles on her face, making herself laugh. It's such a sweet and promising way to start the day.
I can't believe how far we've come from those desperate, I'll try anything to get her to stop crying, days. I'm having a hard time imagining how this could really get any better. But I've thought that before, and guess what? It keeps doing just that. This little girl has completely stolen my heart. And I couldn't be happier about it.
A self-portrait for my photography class. (Do you see what I see?)
This right here. This is the life.