the little things

It is the little things that make life worthwhile and me, the most blessed person in the world. it is the way Maeve strokes my arm before she sleeps, the way she flutters her eyelashes at us and grins when she is being cheeky. it is the way Bern sits up in bed in the middle of the night, fast asleep but wearing his glasses (to show he's not asleep) when i nurse maeve for the umpteenth time when she is sick and fussy...a sign of support and solidarity.it is the way mum drops everything to drive us to the PD AND waits 2 hrs together with me only to have to return in the evening because the doctor needs a dinner break. it is the way dad puts maeve on his chest to sleep EVERY afternoon nap having to contend with a saliva-perspiration soaked shirt after (and the possibility of being nursed on by a drowsy baby!). It is the way my helper fusses over maeve like she were her own child and gives her the love and attention that could have been directed towards her own children back in her hometown. I couldn't get any more blessed!