A sleepy evening

As I am sitting at my desk writing at 1:45 a.m., I realize how my life has changed since becoming a mother in April. Four months ago, the only reason I would be awake at 1:45 a.m. was if my son needed me (which I assure you, he did). How I longed for my bed and blissful sleep! I wondered if I would ever sleep again! But feeding my infant boy at all hours of the night has finally passed, and staying up late is a choice I can now make--although I'm sure I will regret this choice in four hours, when my son decides he (and by default, I) is ready to face a brand new day.