At my most beautiful

i love this time of night. Little man is sleeping longer and takes less time to settle down after a feed. All he wants is a nice cuddle to calm him. In the warm glow of his nightlight, I hold him tight and breathe him in. He always smells amazing. Good enough to eat. Well, nibble at least but I resist the urge as he's drifting off and I don't want to disturb him.

I love watching his little face, the way his lips relax and the peaceful look that comes over him. Like he hasn't a care in the world. And he doesn't. He won't have anything to worry about for a very long time, such is the blessing of being a baby.

As he coos next to me in the dark, the lyrics to one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite bands comes to me and I'm compelled to share this with you.

He's my baby boy and this is my song to him.

At my most beautiful 

I count your eyelashes secretly. 

With every one, whisper I love you. 

I let you sleep. 

I know you're closed eye watching me, 

Listening.

I thought I saw a smile.