I hear you stirring. It’s six a.m. You briefly drift back to sleep, but it doesn’t last. As I lift you from your crib, you whimper and cradle your head into the crook of my neck. There’s nothing like that first whiff of your hair in the morning.
Your room’s still dark. The house sleeps around us. We sit and rock as you drift in and out of sleep. You can’t decide how you want to sleep. Is it on my chest with your head draped over my shoulder? Is it curled up across my lap with your head cradled in the crook of my elbow? You finally settle down on your back with your head resting on my arm. There’s nothing like your body melting into my arms.
You fall into a deeper sleep and occasionally let out the faintest snore. There’s nothing like listening to you breath as you sleep.
The sun is rising and it lights your room. Now I can see the details in your face. Your facial expressions change as you dream. Occasionally, those rosebud lips pucker and suckle like you are feeding. It reminds me of when you were a baby. I study your tiny face and try to etch this very moment in my mind forever.
The house stirs. Your brother is awake. You open your eyes and as they focus, you look up and smile. These feelings of love, joy, happiness and contentment you bring me, there’s nothing like it.