My Happy Place

So, I was sitting here thinking about my day before coming to work tonight. This morning Gwen woke us up early around 5:00. Now, we had stayed up late - Jonathan didn't get home from work until nearly midnight, so we weren't keen on the idea of be up and at 'em at that early hour. I gathered up the baby, changed her diaper (she hates being changed these days, mostly because there's no way to change her when she's sitting or crawling and she hates to lay down) and brought her into bed with us. She fell back asleep until almost 8:00 am. That was a much better time to be alive. We all had breakfast and sat around watching an old anime show while Gwen crawled around the living room finding ways to get into trouble. By about 9:45 she was getting grumpy and needed a nap. We all headed back to bed together with Gwen sandwiched between us. It was one of those times where you feel . . . I don't know how to explain it exactly - content, comfortable, loved, complete - all those things all at once. You know how you hear people say "go to your happy place"? That's my happy place.