I kinda set Donnie up this morning.
Jonah was getting tired, cranky and ready to eat. Usually I nurse him to sleep, but I knew that if Donnie gave him a bottle, Jonah would likely fall asleep in his arms. One thing Donnie often laments is that he misses the early days, when Jonah would nap on his chest every day. So I was very happy when I walked into the living room and saw this:
One happy daddy.
And one content baby boy, in the safest place he’ll ever be.