Every morning around a quarter to seven, S nurses Felix in bed. Afterward, he lies between us grunting and stretching, enthralled with the ceiling fan. He eventually makes his way to cooing and giggling as we shake off sleep and start playing with him. He finds S’s unkempt curls hilarious, loves getting raspberries and kisses on his stomach, and imitates our bad singing. It’s a sweet way to wake up, which for me—especially in the thick, humid weather of the past few days—can take awhile.
I’ve been up late writing the past few nights, and yesterday S asked if I would prefer her to feed him somewhere else so I sleep in longer. I told her no way! How could a smidge more shuteye recharge me more than seeing the little guy’s smiling face next to me every morning? These are really some of the best moments with him, and it’s a lovely bit of family bonding before the business of the day blows in.
At times like these, I love this new job.