"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Last night Charlotte got up every two hours. I don't know if she's teething or just has the sniffles, but it certainly makes me tired. But as I rocked her in her room in the quiet of the night (she's not screaming if I'm holding her), I enjoyed nuzzling her hair and holding her close.

1 comment:

Jess said...

You're a sweet and good mommy :)