So on Friday Sarah turned 4 months. 4 months old. Damn.
So (almost) every night for the past 4 months I’ve come home from work, or at 7:30 on the weekend night, the tubby goes in the sink and it’s like the most peaceful time of the day.
Every night, Sarah lays down on her towel on the counter, and she knows. She knows the tubby time is about to commence. Most nights around 7 or so she starts fussin’. Almost like she’s watching the cable box and can read the time. Hell, maybe she can tell time. She doesn’t get that from me though. That’s all her Momma.
So today the Boss and I had the day together while we tried to let Mom work on her design. Sarah and I hung out for a while, watched the backyard flood out from the tremendous storms that rolled through, learned about tile work on DIY Network, and got up way too early for our own good, 6am. We were grumpy and Dad tried to get her to take naps to get back to our happy spot. We finally got that nap at 4:20 and slept until 6. I wasn’t at home when she woke but I hear she was happy when we woke. That is music to my ears. All I ever want from this little girl is smiles. Plenty of smiles. If you have ever seen one of hers first hand, you know what I mean. There is nothing better in the world. Not even a good tall Hoegaarden can top it (but it’s close!)
So (almost) every night I get to help to put this little wonderful girl to bed and I get to see her close her eyes and go to her happy place. That my friends, is peace.