I sat down with the Dod for a minute to check my emails before dinner. At some point a hand flopped down on me and he was asleep, trustingly sprawled on me.
There are the kisses, the feet that magically make their way to my lips, the soft as cloud cheeks, the silky neck, the laughter that tickles my soul, the eyes that look straight into the depths of my being, but still – there is nothing like a sleeping child.
I guess its like the mellow of the night, when things just slow down and life becomes simple and grounded. Looking at my sleeping child is like a fertile soil for unwinding and reassuring my parental springs. He is calm, relaxed, comfortable and safe. Breathe. Breathe. Then inhale it all back in.