Sometimes I have to crane my neck to see around all these piles of unfolded laundry and these heaps of anxiety that well up when I've had a just-too-long night with a babe who thinks not sleeping should be an Olympic sport. All this neck craning can leave the neck sore and the heart muscles just a bit atrophied in the gratitude department.
I nod off during a feeding.
I curl up on the floor beside her crib because I just can't risk tripping back to my comfy bed only to be dragged out of it again.
I see things from a low, defeated vantage point sometimes...but, I have to remember so does she...and her vantage point can be pure joy...even when she is peering over piles of unfolded laundry.