Daughter, Work, Icecream. in that order.

Sitting here watching my baby sleep, having just held her as she drifted off. I am so grateful that I get to do that with her. My first baby. My first.
I spent the morning focusing on my 'work' because I chose to rather than had to. It was good. I felt a revitalisation. It made the rest of the baby week seem more gleaming. What does that say?...
I missed my girl. I smothered her in kisses when she came back home at lunch.
Where oh where will this year go? How much faster will it go by and where will I/we be by Christmas? Its quite frightening and daunting to think of it like that.
Right the coffee icecream is calling to me and as my daughter is now asleep I shall go indulge...