Between scream-singing with Grahm and drooling on the front seat during one of many naps (I'm an excellent road trip buddy), I quietly mused on the life-changing whirlwind of motherhood. There are many aspects of caring for a wild child I could describe for you (lots of poop, lots of Ritz crackers), how I've changed as a person (lots of being covered in poop or Ritz crackers), and how much my heart has swelled with love (despite the poop and Ritz crackers) for a tiny red-head.
But one of my favorite parts of having a sweet baby is watching my family and friends love her. This last week in Nashville, my family spoke my love language of diaper changes and REM cycles. They loved on Sawyer, changed her diapers, took her to the park, fed her (no small feat), and let me sleep till glorious 9 o'clock. (No wonder it's hard coming back home.)
I am so lucky to be Sawyer's mother and to have so many wonderful people in my life who love my baby just as much as I do.