I hold my Sweet Pea close to keep us both warm.
I hold her and we snuggle.
I hold the bottle at the perfect angle for her less than coordinated sucking.
I hear my Sweet Pea crying softly and growing louder.
I hear the soft bubbles as she drinks her warm milk.
I hear the her moans, squeaks, grunts.
I feel my Sweet Pea relax in my arms.
I feel the softness of her hair against my cheek while I pat her back.
I feel her cheeks against my lips as I give soft kisses.
I smell my Sweet Pea baby scent.
I smell the cleanliness from her bath and lotion.
I smell baby spit.
I see my Sweet Pea smile while she looks in my eyes.
I see her adorable baby face scrunched telling me she needs to burp.
I see my eyelids while I doze off.
I count my blessings.
I miss my bed.
I'm grateful to be a mommy.
I say my prayers.
I love my Sweet Pea.
All before the sunrise.