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Tuesday, December 4, 2012


There is utter magic in the moment when you realize your child has fallen asleep on you. You really do feel blessed to be chosen as their pillow, and conversations are continued in awed whispers, hushed giggles at that wonderful feeling that an angel has paused the beating of her wings for a brief slumber in your arms.

The sleep is so true that the thumb slides out of that perfect little mouth, so deep already that you can play with her hair and she won't stir, not even a little. All snuggled up together, mama under her head, dada under her perfect little twinkle toes. Once Upon A Time was on, I was bundled up under a blanket with a glass of wine and a delicious calzone. Life really couldn't have been better. When she eventually woke up and we took her to her crib, there was a tangible, touchable loss, and the perfect moment was over. But man, was it nice living it.

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