No one ever told me that the best days of my life wouldn’t always look like it. That they’d come disguised as the mornings I wished for five more minutes of sleep, or the long nights spent rocking a little body that needed me more than rest ever could. They live in the small things… the sound of your soft breathing in the dark, in the half cold cup of coffee I never finished, in the way the sunlight caught your hair just before you wriggled free from my arms. I thought the best days would be the big ones, birthdays, milestones, moments I could circle on a calendar. But it turns out they’re the ones I never thought to name. The ones where nothing remarkable happened, yet everything did. Because you were here and I got to love you. Because even in the chaos and the tired, my heart was full. And maybe one day I’ll look back and realize these quiet, ordinary moments were never ordinary at all. They were absolutely everything.