It’s 445AM. My “alarm” goes off. And by alarm I mean the dear sweet baby’s little voice cries out. I go to her crib, and pick her up: “It’s okay my love, mommy’s here.” I whisper. It’s part of our morning ritual. The words leave my lips and she is calm. Still sleepy, her head droops on my shoulder as she snuggles a little closer. I kiss her fuzzy head, sealing this memory to my mind for forever because I know she won’t be this small for long.
So I savor the weight of her body in my arms & as she eats and slowly drifts back to sleep, we sway in the rocking chair. The stillness, the peace.
This is bliss.
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