When Bedtime Stories Come to an End

To the sleeping baby I just laid down. Years from now you will have no recollection of these first years. Holding you while you drowsily finish the last sip of your bottle. You drift into sleep, but briefly open your eyes and sneak one last smile. I pick you up and place you on my shoulder, you snuggle in. I rubbed my cheek against your head and slowly stroked your hair (what little bit you have). I take a deep breath of you in and smell the sweet baby shampoo and lotion.

I know it’s time to put you to bed, but I also know these nights won’t last. You are so loved in this moment (not that you aren’t always, but it’s easy to see them in times like these). You are prayed over and thanked for more then you can imagine. As of right now all is well and you are perfect. Continue reading

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