Words Unspoken.

This may be short, as I've pressing baby matters to attend to...

We (Aksel & I) shared a moment in the dark last night. Frustrated from hours of discontented shifts to and from the bassinet, I succumbed to the fact that sleep was not in the plan for me. My irritability subsided and I placed my eleven-day-old on the pillow to my right. For what seemed like a true stop of time, he looked at me with eyes wide and focused. I looked back at him, intrigued. It was a sweet, thoughtful exchange. He seemed to talk to me in that instant. I believe he said he loved me and I said the same.

The joys of this new thing called "parenthood."