My Favorite

One of my favorite momma times of day is in the evening when Luka has just dropped off into baby dreamland. Now, now. Don't be thinking this is because my aching arms and sore back are finally about to get a rest. It is simply due to the sweetness, the tenderness of the moment. He rests in my arms fully trusting that I will not drop him, that I will lay him down to a peaceful rest, and that when he rises out of dreamy land and makes his wakefulness known, either I or his hero will come to rescue his loneliness. He is peaceful. Sweet. Tender. Mine. I love him.

G'night.