It's a cozy morning here in our old farmhouse.
A little chilly, the walls are getting cold,
ready for the warmth of our wood stove.
ready for the warmth of our wood stove.
It's one of my favorite things about having a baby in our home.
I lay next to her heavy sleeping body, all snuggled in our down bed.
I quietly place my face as close to hers as I can,
nuzzled under her nose without really touching her,
nuzzled under her nose without really touching her,
and I lay as still as possible.
I close my eyes and open my ears and
then all at once I feel it.
Her little puffs of breath falling on me.
I hear her quick steady breathing and her little baby noises.
And I stay there as long as I can.
Our worlds as close as they can be,
our breath mingling, creating a sweet scent.
I promise you, sleeping babies have the sweetest smell.
This only lasts so long, because even now when I try to do this with my sleeping 7 and 5 year old, well, they stink.
Stinky sleeping breath, it's just not the same.
And so I lay there until tears start to well up,
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Precious....
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