Happy Babies Together

It's one in the morning, she's fallen asleep on my lap. She is wearing a flowery pink onesie. She wakes up every once in a while, and just looks at me. We feel like happy babies together. 

I'm a mom. I procreated. I did the thing that supposedly is the point of evolution. 

Even though my life has gotten more “complicated”, it feels simpler. I realize I truly have everything I need. I have this new found faith. Not in a god sense, but that life is in fact going to work out. 

I don't feel the need to post about being a mom on social media. Just live in my happy bubble. Let the judgments stay outside. 

I find myself staring at her. I've gotten nothing done. She is an observer forsure. I was a smiling, engaging baby. She is a pondering thought provoking baby. 

Today is Joe's four year anniversary of when he asked me to be his girlfriend. 4/20 baby! It's been a week of my baby's life. This week has picked up speed. My already poor sense of time has gotten worse.