My dearest Abigail,
Yesterday you turned two months old. On Christmas day, we dropped you off at the Grandparents house for the evening so we could have a party with all of our friends. Occasionally I’d look around our house wondering who was holding you, only to remember you were safe and soundly sleeping in a house a few miles away. When your father and I finally called it a night, we both agreed that we barely could stand that you weren’t here.
Saturday night, like I figured, you didn’t sleep through the night like you normally do. I got up around 3:30 when your fussing became too much and groggily fed you your bottle. That’s when I realized as much as I thought I’d hate not getting enough sleep and being woken up in the middle of the night…I absolutely love it. In fact, I prefer it. Staring at your beautiful face with only the orange glow of the light in your room is all I need to survive.
Love you much,
Mommy.
