"Could you bring home take-out"

Today was cold

and gray

and I spent the day thinking of where I'd rather be.

Maybe the beach,

maybe back in Africa.

But tonight as I lay in bed

next to my baby

with my arms wrapped around

his sweet little body

there was no where else I'd rather be.

After his bath his head smells like watermelon.

Tonight he did not have a bath

and his head smelled like sweaty little boy.

I breathed it in and committed it to memory.

I listened to him breath

in and out

the slow steady breathing

of a peacefully sleeping baby.

and I thought about how lucky I was to be his mom.

Before he drifted off to sleep I told him how lucky I was to be his mom.

He just smiled.

I asked him if he wanted me to sing him a song

He said

yeah, the song from Umizoomi about bread and pickles.

I said, I don't know that one

how about "you are my sunshine"

He said

okay.

Then I watched him sleeping

and thanked God

for the privilege of being his mom.

Then as I slid my arm out from under his head

he started to snore.

Sweet dreams my baby.