i'm grateful for a baby houdini.

last night, for the first time in a long time, i brought jude in bed with us.

it was four o'clock and she kept baby-houdini'ing her way out of her swaddle.

as soon as i picked her up, she stopped fussing and i knew what needed to be done.

i brought her in bed and snuggled her close.

i put my left hand on the side of her head and played with her hair.

she held on tightly to my index finger 

while her other hand searched my face, 

occasionally grasping my nose or cheek with her freakishly strong baby grip.

when she was only a few weeks old, 

i used to bring her in bed every morning.

her body couldn't even stretch to my belly button.

now her little toes kick against my hips. 

her arms know how to reach

and her fingers know how to grasp.

i spent the next two hours watching her and cory sleep.

they both had an arm resting up against their forehead. 

their breath steady and slow.

their faces calm and unchanging. 

i spent those two hours falling more in love 

with each of them.

my sweet, patient husband

and my adorable, feisty baby. 

they are my people.

they are my world.