I love watching my baby in the cot. It’s peaceful. It relaxes me. It sure beats vegging out in front of the TV with a glass of red wine or a day out at the spa. I love it.
With Pete out of the picture, I could stay up and sit here through to sunrise if I wanted. It’s not as if I’ve been to bed much in the last few weeks anyway, and, even if I have, it’s been to slip under the covers and feel warm again.
I miss people.
I miss Pete.
I miss my baby.
If only she was just sleeping.