Once you cross over to life as a mother, nothing is never the same. And, for the most part, that’s a good thing. Now that I know what life is like with Dax Arthur on earth, I can never imagine my world without him. He is my everything.

But, like, I’m tired. Most of the time. Coffee is no longer a luxury but is instead a necessity, the only thing that can get me to sundown without face-planting on the floor.

So many mornings I find myself wondering, Will I ever sleep in again like I did when I was young? And I sigh, looking at my bright-eyed, joyous little ball of 15-month-old chub and think, Probably not but hey, it’s all good.

And then days like today happen, where I feel the morning sunlight on my eyelids and pop them open to find myself awake, alert, and the baby monitor silent, the beautiful un-noise that a sleeping baby makes.

And even though it’s 8am, I’ve “slept in”. Today, this is what I am grateful for.

A few minutes later Dax did wake, happy as can be, and I rushed to his crib to fetch him and bring him into our bed for morning snuggles.

There’s no denying that he’s a cute alarm clock. But it’s nice that he didn’t set himself on Saturday morning.