Last night was hard. This morning I woke up (after only six hours) to Jonathan’s hand grasping my nose. But we got up, and read stories, and I discovered that Jonathan knows how to turn the pages now.
It’s funny, because I’m still exhausted and a little frustrated, but somehow cuddling him, reading stories, and discovering another new thing that he has learned has made me remember how much I love him, and how much I love being his mom. Even on six hours of sleep.