Tonight as I nursed my baby she fell asleep in my arms. (Yes, I am still nursing, feel free to judge me harshly – I don’t care!)
She is no longer my tiny baby – her body spills out of my lap and her legs dangle down the side of the arm chair, but she is all the baby I’ve got – gigantic or no.
As I held her warm body next to mine I wanted to stop time.
What is it that is so magic about a sleeping baby?
Only moments ago she was ALL ENERGY, MOVEMENT, EXPLORATION, and even CREATOR OF TOTAL CHAOS.
And then –
she is still and her body is heavy.
I pressed my forehead against hers and listened to her deep breathing.
I whispered secrets in her ear.
I kissed her
and then I kissed her some more.
I marveled at her – this petite person – with a HUGE spirit and a personality I am just getting to know.
Sweet dreams, you little rascal.
January 10th, 2010 at 9:04 pm
ahhh, I love it! Nursing is the only time my kids would ever snuggle to me! There’s just something sweet about holding them while they fall asleep!!
January 11th, 2010 at 10:30 am
Perfect.
January 13th, 2010 at 6:32 am
It just never ever gets old does it. I could still just gaze at my sleeping babes forever. Beautiful.