I woke up today smiling and feeling sooooo well-rested.

I glanced at Mariam’s cot a few metres away and felt so much love from her.

Next to me was Dean sleeping and looking soooo tired. He was slowly starting to wake up.

In such a good mood, I lazily but happily stretched on the bed, “Ahhhh. Morning baby!” I looked at Dean. “It’s so amazing. Mariam didn’t wake up at all last night.”

Dean struggled to open one of his eyes but he did. He gave me a really annoyed look.

“She did. She woke up twice. Guess who woke up for her.”

Oh.

Ooops.

Oh well.

Thanks, dear husband.