It is a Saturday. Drinking a mug of Perfect Night tea, made up of organic chamomile, rose, lavender and pink peppercorns, hoping it will grant me the sort of restorative sleep I so often need these days.
Baby is sleeping and I've just managed a soak in the tub while turning the pages of a book in dim light.
I smell like Burt's Bees baby lotion, not because of baby, but because I've slathered it on myself. I've always loved the heavenly scent of baby things - dreft and talcum powder and baby oil - but never allowed myself to indulge in them until now, when it reminds me of what I'm so blessed to have, instead of what I was afraid I never would.
It is not a perfect night, but it's close.
Perfect post, little mamma! I'm so glad you are able to relish in the fact that you are living the dream. love love love you! xoxo
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