Small moments of joy

Kyle and I made ambitious plans: dinner at a restaurant on the beach with friends and family and of course baby Harper. I knew I was pushing my luck but I thought we'd try anyway and made sure to preempt any imaginable situation. Harper had a good nap, full belly, clean diaper and toys to keep her entertained. What more could a baby want? As we packed her in the car she began cooing and smiling and I crossed my fingers that this would indeed be a lovely evening. Dinner looked like it was going well and my optimism soared but, just as quickly as it started, the moment was gone and the first little cry escaped her. Without cause or reason, a Harper meltdown ensued and I inevitably had to leave our lovely evening without finishing the first course. It is in times like these I question why I so desperately wanted a baby and for a split second I let myself indulge in the memories of my former life. As the memories of my pre baby life flicker through my head I watch my baby girl sleeping soundly in her crib, her lips curl into a sleepy smile and I realize how incredibly in love I am. I couldn't imagine another day without her and I know my life would be nothing without the moments of joy, however small, she brings to it everyday.