bliss
Some moments are to be treasured, so I shall store one from last night here. It was 9:30, I had just showered and could still smell the faint scent of my lavender & rose bodywash. I sat in the recliner in the living room with my feet up. The house was peacefully quiet and dimly lit but for the reading lamp behind me. In one arm I held my 2-1/2-week-old baby, who nursed contentedly while making new-baby squeeky sounds, and my free arm alternately held a good book and a glass of Cabernet.
After 20 minutes thus spent, the baby and I, as well as Matt, went to bed.
Life is good.
