At some point last night as I sat on the couch, mindlessly watching Cupcake Wars on tv, I had a visitor make his way into my lap. He didn't say a word, just walked over and crawled up and sat down. I covered his legs up with the ever-present fleece blanket, but didn't say a word. For once, he was being quiet and still, so I just sat there with my 50 lb baby in my lap and breathed him in.
A little while later, I whispered a "thank you for coming to sit with me" in his ear, to which I received a whispered, "you're welcome".
A little while later than that, I noticed my visitors breathing had started to change. I peeked around the head resting on my chest to see his eyelashes make one last effort to stay open and then close softly; revealing the peaceful face of an angel.
I could have gotten up at that point to carry him to bed, but I didn't. These sweet moments are not as common any more. No, I savored every minute of it. My visitor stayed, sleeping peacefully on my lap. My sweet baby boy, sweet dreams.
A little while later, I whispered a "thank you for coming to sit with me" in his ear, to which I received a whispered, "you're welcome".
A little while later than that, I noticed my visitors breathing had started to change. I peeked around the head resting on my chest to see his eyelashes make one last effort to stay open and then close softly; revealing the peaceful face of an angel.
I could have gotten up at that point to carry him to bed, but I didn't. These sweet moments are not as common any more. No, I savored every minute of it. My visitor stayed, sleeping peacefully on my lap. My sweet baby boy, sweet dreams.
What a sweet and special moment. ♥
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