I didn't realize how little I actually mattered until I met a baby who mattered more to me than the entire world.
Exhibit A: me holding my umbrella over Jacob's carseat in the pouring rain, while my freshly straight-ironed hair is destroyed.
Exhibit B: the scene that I relive every morning- prying my eyelids open and rolling out of my warm bed (I really do roll, it takes less energy) at 6ish am to enter the freezing hallway and make a bottle for Jacob. I may swear, I may grumble, I may curse the baby in the next room- but I still do it.
Exhibit C: not thinking twice before wiping Jacob's runny nose with my own sleeve.
This weekend, I had such a great time being with Jacob, tomorrow is going to be a hard day of school. I wish I could shrink him, put him in my pocket and take him wherever I go. Nothing is better than kissing his soft chubby baby cheeks and watching him grin ear to ear (especially not a 4 credit UCC class at 9am).