...just one more day of babymoon.
To hold you close all day and night, while the world swirls by.
To know that no one expects either of us to do anything except be here in the quiet and sweetness of each other.
To inhale that precious baby smell, blessedly sure that nothing, no one, has yet hurt you.
To hope and pray, with wide-eyed innocence, that no one ever will.
To rest in the assurance that I can provide absolutely everything you need today.
I'd dearly love just one more day of that kind of mothering.
Even one hour of it would be a welcome gift.