Ahhh, blissfulness. Sweetness. Love. This is story number six. Not thought, but felt. Very sentimental and meaningful. Perhaps not technically top-notch. But she is so lovely and that's all she needs to be for the moment.
Best of all, she simply exists.
I cringe as the door slams and a baby cries next door. Domestic trouble at the sleep clinic. An awful reality in comparison.
Sigh. Home tomorrow. Our little family at least has peace. I wish the same for next door. This is why number six exists.
Love to all PiBo's and your families.