Most mornings, I exit the bathroom and breeze past Miles’s bassinet, lingering for just a moment to look down at him while he’s sleeping. But this today he woke up while I was in the shower, and it changed the entire dynamic of my morning.
Yes, I predictably got out of the house a little late, but I couldn’t resist taking a couple minutes to say good morning and play with the baby as he stretched and blinked. And when I finally did leave the house, I was in a much better mood than usual, thinking less about the workday ahead of me and more about the tiny human I now have at home.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 