Thursday, July 22, 2010
Sometimes (often), as I sit in the dark in Nate's room rocking him back to sleep, I look down at his innocent sleeping face, I inhale his sweet baby breath and I have the irresistible urge to kiss him. Even though I know it may wake him, I have to do it. Even if it took me twenty minutes to rock him back to sleep. Like an addict, I just cannot resist that plump little cheek. For that split second after I give in to the urge, I hold my breath wondering if I've screwed up and brought him out of sleep land. Just now, when I kissed him it did not wake him up. And in response to the touch to his cheek, I was rewarded with the tiniest of little sleep smiles. I love this creature. I cannot believe I helped create something so beautiful.