Mornings with Brooke Ella

My sweet pea Brooke Ella, our mornings together are what dreams are made of.  You sleep in your crib  next to my bed.  In the morning when you wake me around 4 or 5 I cradle you into my bed next to me and nurse you back to sleep.  We do this three or four times over the next few hours until you can sleep no more.  You then flutter and kick next to me until I'm awake and we start our Mother E's songs.  You gaze into my eyes once they're open and with what seems great effort, you coo.  Your head nods up as you coo in my direction, as if to ensure it makes it to my ears specifically.  You then wait for my response which is a similar sound followed by a finger brushing your cheek.  You smile such a sweet smile of satisfaction with this before you do it again.  My sweet love, I would do this forever if time would let me.