Did I ever think I would come to a place where I would See the Perfection of exhaustion?
And yet, I do.
Try to push past it, form words anyway, complete tasks...my life becomes very difficult.
Let the waves sweep me under, glaze my eyes and smile slow smiles of dreamy wonder, and exhaustion becomes a balm, a place where to-dos and necessary words no longer exist.
There is her face making the most exquisite pattern of expressions that I find my own face mimicking.
There is her sweet baby scent filling me.
There is the way her warm body feels curled against me.
There is the softness of the sheets, the sliding softness of my feet against each other, the warmth of the blanket...
Oh yes, my Creator knows me and knows exactly what I need to experience what my deepest desire right now is, to bond deeply and surely with Miss Piper.