Everything Stopped

Six weeks. That’s how long it took for Sophie to look at me and really smile - not gas, not a sleepy accident, but a real “I see you, Mama” smile.

Everything Stopped

I was standing in the kitchen this morning, bouncing her while waiting for the coffee to finish brewing (because sleep is a distant memory and caffeine is life), when she just… looked up at me and smiled. Full face, eyes crinkled, the works.

I swear everything else disappeared. The dishes in the sink, the laundry that needs folding, the fact that I haven’t showered in two days - none of it mattered. Just her little face looking at me like I hung the moon.

Marcus caught the moment and I’m so grateful he did, because six weeks of newborn fog and I was starting to wonder if I was doing any of this right. Turns out maybe I am. Maybe we both are.

Six weeks old and she’s already got me wrapped around her tiny finger. I’m not even mad about it.