As I lay here on the floor, a stuffed tiger at my right arm and a deserted castle by my right leg, a baby crawls over me.

I don’t think I ever just laid on the floor with Olivia.  I didn’t know what to do with a baby and was too proud to admit it.

I knew how to cuddle her, feed her, put her to sleep, comfort her, and love her.  I just didn’t know how to play with her.

Not to mention the fact that I had other things I wanted to do with my day, and laying on the floor with a baby wasn’t on the list.

Now I relish the time when I can stretch out on the floor.  Just lay my head down and exhale.  And listen for the panting baby breaths to grow near.  Feel those hands on my legs.  Hear those baby giggles.