Last night, I fed Jack his bottle at about 1:30 in the morning.

He was done eating all 5 ounces of the bottle by 1:45, and wasn’t really sleepy.

I held him in my arms and around 1:50 or so, he was smiling at me, and laughing at me. It was so adorable.

The thought that someday this experience will be over, and I won’t have a smiling, laughing son at 2:00 in the morning got to me.