It’s six in the morning, and my fingertip is in Julia’s tiny mouth as she makes occasional soft cooing noises while hopefully moving towards sleep after her most recent feeding/changing cycle. I’m writing this using one hand on my iPad, more awake than I usually am right now probably because Courtney took care of the entire last feeding, letting me sleep instead. She’s great that way.
I briefly considered pulling up my work email, since it is Monday morning, after all. But then I figured, why put a damper on a moment like this? I’d rather immortalize it. The work will still be there in a couple of hours.
What caught my eye in the first place and subconsciously inspired me to pull out my iPad and write something was actually a small strip of light on Julia’s outfit, which I couldn’t tell at first where it came from. The only light on in the room is the multicolored LED glow from Courtney’s Tetris lamp (which, incidentally, makes a great brighter-than-usual night light). But the light I saw came from the other direction and was a decidedly different color and temperature.
It turns out that there was a break in the clouds outside such that the very full moon happened to shine at an angle through the gap in our two bedroom blinds just right, creating a two-inch-wide strip of light across her chin and monkey-emblazoned chest.
Right about then is when I considered that it’s a good thing we don’t have to worry about lycanthropy these days.
Because maybe I’m less awake than I thought.
My fingertip is turning into a raisin, and Julia seems to be about finished with it. Perhaps I’ll try to steal a few more precious minutes of sleep. Or, maybe I’ll just sit here and stare at this beautiful baby for a while longer.
It’s good to be a daddy.