I should be sleeping, but instead I'm watching the rise and fall of your chest.
I should be vacuuming, but instead I'm wondering what color your eyes will be.
I should be doing another load of laundry, but instead I'm praying that you inherit your father's patience and my love of reading.
I should be making dinner, but instead I'm marveling at the fact that only two short months ago you were still growing inside of me.
I should be writing thank you notes, but instead I'm worrying that you will get my sensitive skin and Irish temper.
I should be cleaning the bathroom, but instead I'm tearing up at the thought that your newborn clothes don't fit you anymore.
I should be attempting to lose these last ten pounds, but instead I'm thanking God for putting you in my life.
I should be doing anything else except lying here watching you sleep, but there's no where else I'd rather be.
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