My favorite time of day

My most favorite time of day is actually at night.  About 10:30 each night, when all is quite in our home and Dave is tucked in bed, I tiptoe into Jack's nursery for 15 minutes of pure bliss.  There is no squirming, there is no wiggling, there is no babbling.  There is stillness, there is peace, there is quite, there is love.  

You see, each night about 10:30, I "dream feed" Jack.  He is off in dreamland, and without disturbing him, I scoop him up, snuggle down in our cozy glider, and feed him.  He doesn't wake up, he really doesn't move much at all.  He just eats, in peaceful slumber.  

During this feeding, I get to have precious one-on-one time with my sweet baby boy.  I savor every minute as I am quickly learning this time is fleeting.  My baby who just a few short months ago fit in my arms is now stretched across my body with his little legs hanging over the side of the glider.  My baby who just a few short months ago weighed 6 pounds, 11 ounces now weighs nearly 16 pounds.  Time is quickly slipping away so I will gladly forgo a few minutes of my sleep to drink in his sleep.

The hall light peaks in his nursery and in it's glow I take in his tiny features - his perfect baby nose, his beautiful long eyelashes, his Daddy's mouth, his chubby baby hands - all "fearfully and wonderfully made" Psalm 139:14.  I feel the rise and fall of his chest and hear the soft hum of his breathing.  Those sweet hands wrap tightly around my pinky, graze my cheeks, and tickle my side.  His perfect "babyness" is breathtaking.  

Most nights I end up with tears in my eyes over how blessed I am to be this little baby's mother...how lucky I am to have a healthy child that I am able to hold in my arms...how wonderful it feels to be loved and needed so much that he cries when I leave his sight and that oftentimes I am the only one that can comfort him.  I am overwhelmed with joy, awestruck with love, and blessed beyond my wildest dreams.  

Goodnight.