My little angel

The baby's crying. It's 2am. Mother's Day. As usual, I respond with that sleepy charm I've managed to master. Baby girl just wants some love. Chris appears in the doorway and tells me to go back to bed--he's got this one. Be the rescuer or the rested? I choose rested. Leah starts bawling again when I hand her over, apparently she's a momma's girl today. I feel loved, but don't turn back.

After our weekly three-hour stint at church, Leah is ready for a loooong nap. She slept from 1-3:30, and played happily in her crib until I rescued her at 4. That's one heck of a Happy Mother's Day!