It’s a morning much like any other morning.
We sit, my baby and I. The house is still. The room is dark. The world has not yet woken. It’s not that he’s any more special than my other children - but he’s the last. That fact carries something different with it. I’m older. I know time marches on; I know the value of slowing down. This babe won’t keep. And soon the day will start, with all its demands and business, calling for our attention. This particular moment in time will fade away to noise and action. So for now, we sit, my baby and I, soaking in the stillness that is 4 am.
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3/2/2023 04:33:28 pm
What a beautiful peaceful post, filled with wisdom and contentment. I hope you continue to have more moments like these, often!
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