She's still like that.
I mean, not nursing.
But ever present in the morning?
I often wake up to her next to me, snuggled up, waiting for me to wake.
Sometimes she's fast asleep.
Other times she's quiet and staring around the room.
Sometimes she's singing to herself or talking quietly.
The other morning I was lying there and thinking about our 2nd little Miss coming soon.
About all the mornings Mia might find me nursing her.
Wondering (and kind of worrying) if she'll feel like her Mama's forgotten her.
These mornings are a joy.
Here we were then,
and here we are now.
Love this girl.