While you were sleeping, I held you tight, laid back in the old, familiar recliner that keeps the memories of your baby days gone by. These moments are ours alone – yours, mine, and our chair.
While you were sleeping, I was paralyzed still, captivated by your angelic face turned upward toward me as your head rested peacefully on my chest.
While you were sleeping, I studied your features: thick, long lashes, glowing olive skin covering full, round cheeks and a soft, dimpled chin; dark, thick hair resting on your sweet, sweat-glistened forehead, and perfect, pink lips.
While you were sleeping, your hand held my shirt and sat gently on my heart. Your body, which once was small enough to completely curl up on my chest was now draped to my knees like a blanket weighted perfectly for me.
While you were sleeping, the sound of your breathing was like the melody of a song to which only we know the words.
While you were sleeping, you found your safe place in my arms – your comfort and sanctuary. I found overwhelming peace and yet a profound tugging on my mama heart, knowing that these days are fleeting.
While you were sleeping, I placed you in your crib, softly and slowly, and crept towards your door. I stopped and looked back, taking in your essence once more, while hoping to emblazon this memory in my mind forever. My hands put you down but my heart never will.
While you were sleeping, I fell in love with you all over again.