I have gotten frustrated with her sleeping patterns, but in the quiet of the night when I give myself the chance to think...I realize she is my miracle. This baby girl we knew should be ours, we were lucky enough to get. I have relished these moments we get to share in the middle of the night more lately.
The other night Bina just needed me to hold her, tell her I loved her, and put her back to bed. When I crawled back to bed Paul said this...and it stuck.
"Doesn't it feel good to know that someone needs you so much they can't even go an entire night without you."
How can you be mad at that sweet thing when you look at it this way?