Finding Perfection.

Morgan got up twice during the night for snacks. And then there was another awake-time that ended up calling for changing his entire nighttime ensemble, in which I recruited Jared's help.

I should work on being more endearing, more tender in the middle of the night. Instead, I'm short and impatient. Towards all parties involved.

{Early} this morning Morgan crawled into my lap as we watched his morning shows. He rested his hands on my knees. For a moment, he was still.

And very quietly, I remembered that there isn't a single reason why I shouldn't try my hardest.

I should try so much harder.

Because, honestly, life is sweet. And everything that I have wanted, everything that I want.

Even at 1:45am and 5:45am. Even when I'm running on four hours of sleep. Even when there aren't five-minute intervals of uninterrupted church anymore.

There are always more sweet things, than not. And they come in the most simple forms. This morning, for me, there were open-mouthed baby kisses, hearing Morgan say 'Daddy', two giggles, five really silly faces, and a moment of stillness that left me breathless, in love.

What I'd like you to know is that my darling is the brightness in my day.

There is love in my home, and love in my heart.

How could I ever ask for different, or for more.