A Sense of Wonder

I am sitting in bed watching stupid tv and listening to Maren breath.  It's little baby breaths, soft and short and just the sweetest thing to hear.  Sometimes babies are so quiet that you have to look at their chest to make certain it's still rising and falling but tonight I can hear her as she sleeps away on her boppy right next to me.  About a week ago we retired the rock 'n play and moved her into a pack 'n play, but we're keeping her in our room until she makes it a solid week without waking up in the middle of the night to eat.  I fed her a little earlier and she fell asleep in my arms.  Staring down at her peaceful face I just didn't have the heart to move her into the pack 'n play so I put her right next to me.  Soon, the husband will appear and he'll stare down at her and not want to move her and offer to sleep on the couch and I'll say no, just move her, and then we'll both just stare at her with an utter sense of wonder.  Wonder at how we made her.  Wonder at how at this time last year we were just adjusting to the idea of possibly having another baby.  Wonder at how she can be so beautiful.  And most of all, wonder at how we got so lucky.