I Think I've Fallen In Love

How can you not love a baby who has been crying for two hours, but smiles at you when you pick them up as if you are an angel? How can you not love a baby who stares into your eyes and smiles, instead of finishing their bottle? How can you not love a baby who's eyes will follow you as you walk away wondering where you're going? How can you not love a baby who kicks their legs to no end? How can you not love a baby who giggles amidst crying because they've given it all they've got to play for one more minute? How can you not love a baby who is fast asleep dreaming in your arms, perfectly still and silent, you feeling as if all the frustration and anger and sadness never happened because these angels are perfect. It is easy to love these things of a baby, but it's easier to love all this when it's triple the smiles, triple the sweet tears, triple the kicks, triple the giggles, and triple the sleeping angels.

After placing them on the couch after a long two hours of crying, they smile under their tightly wrapped bunties relieved to see missed familiar faces. They're ready to play with their red eyes and tear wet cheeks. I missed you babies.