Being a new mom means all night feedings. There's just no way around it. But the most amazing thing, is that no matter how long the night seems, and no matter how hopelessly of a failure I feel, the morning always comes! There's something so reasurring about the sun rising every single morning, especially after a long night. It speaks to me of hope, and God's everlasting faithfulness.

It also tells me that Samuel will probably sleep a lot more, now that the sun is up.