What Matters

{Late night thoughts)


What matters is not that the dinner dishes didn't get put in the dishwasher, but that there are 20 minutes of lullabies courtesy of Scout the night time cuddly pup.

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What matters is not that my jeans didn't get hung up to dry and are still in the dryer, thus rendering themselves most likely too little for my French toast for dinner loving belly, but that there is a girl, who is mine, who will tunnel and spin her way into a rhythmic pattern of breathing while safely enveloped in my arms.

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What matters is not that she isn't in her crib, but that we are one big happy co-sleeping family and it works for us. We like it that way. Hell, I like it that way. And so it goes and that's all that matters.

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What matters is not that I should have cleaned the house while Sookie took an unprecedented two and a half hour nap, but that I put myself first and snuggled up in our bed to let the world wash away from my thoughts. I told my body I heard her cries for rest and I obeyed.

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Here's to a new day  and loving ourselves as much as we should.