If you ever come lookin’ for me, you know where I’m bound to be

It’s quarter after midnight, and I’m posting this from the floor of my half-asleep daughter’s bedroom, while she enjoys a late night bottle.

A few days ago, at my wife’s suggestion, I started waking my daughter up between eleven and twelve to give her a feed. She’d gotten into a routine of waking up at two and crying for a bottle, which meant that one of us had to get out of bed and take care of it.

Giving her an early bottle means she sleeps until morning afterwards, and since I go to bed much later than my wife, I’m the one who does it.

And to be honest, I’m glad I am. It’s a nice way to end the day, you know? It’s a quiet, peaceful moment between me and my daughter.

Plus, it comes with the smug satisfaction of knowing I’m doing a pretty good job as a parent, and you really can’t put a price on that feeling. Those are the moments you treasure, guys.

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