3:30

The Husband, M and I fell asleep together last night. At around 11 pm, I woke up and Hubs put M in her crib.

He and I talked for a little and then he fell back asleep. Me?

Not so much.

I didn't fall back asleep for hours. And hours.

I've come to realize that all of my worries, memories, thoughts, blog posts, hit me hardest in the middle of the night.

I laid next to Hubs, just listening to an occasional snore. {by the way, trying to tell yourself it's just an "added white noise" only works for so long, in case you're wondering.}

I figured I should get up for the day, so I looked at the clock.

Three thirty.

It wasn't even close to daylight.

So I laid in bed, pondering life's greatest mysteries some things going on, missing M, wondering what we'd be eating for dinner. (what? You don't do that at 3:30 am?)

And then I realized, Why keep myself up at night worrying when I have everything I need? Everything I want? Within a few feet of me no less?

And the next thing I knew, The Husband's alarm clock was going off at 6:10 am.

Sometimes, you just need to remind yourself that you're exactly where you need to be.