6:10 am.

I hear a tiny little girl crying in her bed, feeling scared. Daddy is gone again this weekend (last time for awhile though!!) and Ana feels off kilter.

We both do.

I go get my baby girl and bring her into bed with me. She can’t stop crying. Poor baby just wants Daddy. She never does this! A few moments later, Ana calms down. We snuggle up in the dark and Ana puts her tiny arm on my back. She sighs.

So sweet.

Almost immediately she falls asleep in the most unimaginable position: lying on her stomach, left knee tucked under her belly with her bum in the air, right leg straight out to the side and into my ribcage.

I wonder how long she’ll sleep.

It feels like only 10 minutes has passed when suddenly her head pops up and she pats my arm with her soft little hand.

It’s 7:50am.

(Daddy’s birthday! No steak for us until Monday, though.)

It’s sweet mornings like these that make me feel like if Analie is the only baby we ever have, she’s enough.