On nice, sunny mornings, I wish I could slowly eat my breakfast, relax and enjoy the sunlight.
On rainy days, I wish I could snuggle under the sheets and take a nap.
On quiet nights, I wish I could chill and enjoy some “me time” before bed.

I wish I could still take a nap whenever I want, for however long I want.
I wish I could head out whenever I feel like it.
I wish I could have the luxury of sleeping through the night.
I wish I could have a little more time for myself.

These things aren’t possible now with a baby, but someday it’ll be possible again.
And I hope that when he gets a little older he’ll learn to enjoy these things too.

There will come a day when I can sleep through the night again.
There will come a day when he wants some time to himself and I can have more “me time” again.
There will come a day when we can both snuggle under the sheets together.
There will come a day when we can both laze in bed together instead of getting up early.
There will come a day when going out together gets easier and we both enjoy it.

I don’t know when that day will come, but it will get here eventually.
Hope keeps me going on days where I feel lonely and exhausted and miss my old life dearly.
That and my love for him.