~You are the loves of my life~

Babygirl,

It is late — I don’t bother to check the time, I know it’s around 3:00a.m. ~ also known as "o'dark-thirty" ;o) The sound of a wailing baby has awakened me, and before I know it I am picking you up, tucking your small self against me, pulling the covers up over us both, tummy to tummy beneath them.

Unbelievable sublime silkiness — my naked baby aganist my own naked flesh. The feel of you, this person who is her own but made of me, skin made in me, warm blood made in me, soft breathing torso manufactured by my own body. Every inch of your flesh and bone has come from my body. You breathe, and coo, and fold yourself into the warmth of breast and abdomen and I stroke your back. I nuzzle your downy head. I smell myself and you — sweat, milk, sweet baby musk. There is Daddy, and soon there will be a whole wide world. But in the early morning dark it is just us — I am only your mother and you are only my child, and as I gently brush my lips across your downy head I offer blessing and sanctification. May my kisses be with you always, may the peace of this moment sustain you for a lifetime, may any danger in your path come down mine instead.


May this moment exist in your soul and your flesh for all eternity so that you will always know I am your mother and I am with you no matter where you are.


Some day someone else will share your bed; will know how you sleep, will claim the familiarity of your body as a sacred Home. But for now it is just me and you, you and me, entwined in the darkness of sweet breath and silky skin. May you carry this with you forever. May I.

I do love you,

Mommy