As my babe tried to fall asleep she was donned with sniffles, her breathing was heavy and labored as air tried to make its way into her body and sustain her. She laid her head against my chest and listened to my heartbeat as I listened to her breathing. Her tiny warm fingers caressing my arm ever so lightly it sent chills down my back. I wasn’t even sure where she was caressing as it felt like a butterflies wing; so light, so gentle, so warm. I sat and rocked her till her body went limp and watched as she drifted off into another world; one that I hope is filled with strawberry milkshake rivers for her to play in. Neither I nor she at that moment wanted to be anywhere else. We are wrapped in each others arms, perfect, content. The world was so right and I thought of how lucky I am to be her mom. I vowed in that instant to be a better mom tomorrow than I was today. I kissed the nape of her neck in the folds between her marshmallow rolls. I love my baby and I am glad I can give her this. If nothing else, I can be her mom and love her so much that she will always feel as she did in that instant; safe, loved and secure. Tight in her moms arms, dreaming of strawberry milkshake rivers and no cares or worries in the world.
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