{"id":536,"date":"2003-12-04T10:48:32","date_gmt":"2003-12-04T14:48:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/wordpress\/?p=536"},"modified":"2003-12-04T10:48:32","modified_gmt":"2003-12-04T14:48:32","slug":"joyful-joyful-i-adore-thee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/?p=536","title":{"rendered":"Joyful Joyful I Adore Thee"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve never been a morning person but Leina is changing my mind.  Lately, my favorite hours of the day have been from 7 to 9am.  You see, that&#8217;s when Leina shines.<\/p>\n<p>After a long night&#8217;s rest, Leina awakes on fire.  She giggles and coos, kicks and laughs.  She&#8217;s bright eyed and ready to explore anything her chubby little hands can find.  For those two beautiful hours, my daughter and I play.  She loves to lie on her back and memorize my face while her little hand pats my cheek.  Or she&#8217;ll get the baby heebeejeebees and kick her legs, flail her legs and squak at the top of her lungs at nothing at all.  This morning, as I lay on my back next to her while she cooed up at the ceiling fan, I realized how much I love the mornings.  It suddenly hit me that this &#8211; this moment next to my daughter &#8211; was pure joy.  Like sunlight through green leaves or the smell of baking bread, her little voice so happy and sweet just lit my heart.<\/p>\n<p>So I rolled over and smushed her while slobbering her soft cheeks with messy mommy kisses.<\/p>\n<p>Hey, I couldn&#8217;t help it, ok?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve never been a morning person but Leina is changing my mind. Lately, my favorite hours of the day have been from 7 to 9am. You see, that&#8217;s when Leina shines. After a long night&#8217;s rest, Leina awakes on fire. She giggles and coos, kicks and laughs. She&#8217;s bright eyed and ready to explore anything [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-536","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2Kqhb-8E","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/536","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=536"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/536\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=536"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=536"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chrissierocks.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=536"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}