Rita wakes up hungry around 5 or 6 each morning. I get her out of her crib and bring her to bed to feed her. After (or usually during) a nice leisurly breakfast we both nod off so this is my view when I wake up for real every morning.

Have mercy.
I am so surprised by how much I am loving having a baby in our house again. Before Rita was a reality and we were talking about adding another kiddo to our team I was very, very hesitant. I wasn't terribly interested in doing any of it again - not the pregnancy, the labor, the long nights, the nursing, the raising, the ___you name it____. Now that Rita is here I can see that she was clearly meant to be in our family at this time; she has settled right in like she's always been here. My transition into mothering her has been the easiest of all my children and I am truly loving all things baby - the late nights (those are gone - bless her!), the nursing, the raising, the ___you name it____. It's just been a delight. It's hard for me to imagine those polar feelings that were so real just over a year ago.
Especially when I wake up to sweet, gentle milk breath warming my cheek.
So glad you're here, Rita. I always wanted you, I just didn't always know it.