The first morning back home felt like waking up inside a beautiful dream.
I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was just starting to rise over the city of New York. It painted the sky in soft colors of pink and gold. The light came through our big glass windows and made the whole bedroom glow.
For a few minutes, I just laid there in the warm bed and listened to the quiet sounds of the morning because l can't seem to get a few minutes of peace.
Right next to my side of the bed was a small, white wooden bassinet. Inside it, our tiny baby girl was sleeping. She was wrapped in a soft, yellow blanket. She was making tiny, sweet breathing noises.
Every time she took a breath, my heart felt like it was going to burst with love. I reached my hand through the bars of the bassinet and gently touche
