This morning our house was freezing and I could hardly get warm. I had just fed Thomas and figured that if I was cold he must be freezing. So I double wrapped him and pulled him into bed between Josh and I.
At 5:30 in the morning our neighborhood is pretty quiet, Tommy was awake, looking around and perfectly content with a full belly. He looked around, and I looked at him. Josh was sleeping in the background and we had our moment all by ourselves.
We stayed there until we both fell asleep and when I woke up with him next to me, sleeping soundly, his tiny little breaths barely loud enough to hear, but certainly big enough to see. I cried. But not the sobbing-breakdown-shaking-boogery-sniffling-choking cry which has become my constant companion. More like the "I'm so lucky I can't believe my life is this perfect"-silent-slow-single-teardrop-glistening-down-my-cheek cry.
This morning, all is right in the world.
:) I hope you have many more of those moments, although not necessarily at 5:30 AM.
ReplyDeleteI love cuddling in bed with my two boys too. There's just something so perfect about it.
ReplyDeleteOh, I envy this moment! Times like these are the ones I loved most with my babies.
ReplyDeleteThe payoffs of motherhood... (cherish every one!)
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