Lucky me

It's sometime past midnight. I am sitting up in bed with my baby's warm body held fast to mine as I rhythmically pat her back. I hear little feet coming down the hall and watch Paisley dozily wander to Trent's side of the bed. I see him, eyes still closed, reach down, lift her up, tuck her into his chest and pull the blankets around them. I feel a rush of gratitude for this beautiful life I am living.