Every night before I go to bed I check on Con and re-tuck him in. I have done this since his first night home. Now that he is older I have thought of giving it up but somehow I can't. I don't want to. It is
a highlight of every night, a moment in my day I look forward too. He is always so calm and precious. Something, that at the end of a long stressful day has a way of rubbing off on me. This particular night I slowly crack open his door careful not to wake him. The light from the hall creeps in slowly filling the room. Something out of the ordinary catches my eye. His tiny little hand peeks out from under his crib
bumper. As I stood there I feel deep love come over me. The kind that I can only describe as a beautiful ache. The kind that I have only known since becoming a mother. I kneel down and kiss his finger tips. They are soft and warm. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, trying to savor his beautiful baby sent. Somehow he always smells sweet. I know I have to capture
this moment. I slowly back out of the room careful not to disturb him. Reaching his door I turn and run down the stairs for my trusty camera. In the back of my mind, a single thought: "I hope the flash doesn't wake him". Now back in his room I hold my breath and focus the lens. CLICK...FLASH! Then silence. I peek in over the side of his crib to see if he had woken. His little chest held a steady rhythm, slowly rising and falling. His face peaceful. I had taken a chance, but in the end I have one of the sweetest pictures. Every time I see this I feel my heart expand with love, and a warmth coming from some wear deep within. I will have this memory with me long after the moment is gone. after the picture is faded. I wonder to myself "how many more moments like this will I be blessed with. How much longer will I feel this overwhelming love. Will this deep bond that we now share slowly diminish to a steady respect for one another." As I climb into my bed and lay my head on the pillow, I say my prayers for Conrad. Thanking God with all that I am for the precious son he has blessed me with. For these beautiful moments, come what may; that will be with me forever.
Comments (5)
That was absolutely beautiful, Faith. What a tender moment. I loved reading that. Brick
@SaraneseCulture - Thanks Brick. It felt good to write that. Now I have my writing along with the picture to savor!
This is beautiful......I teared up! (Could be pregnancy hormones! :)) But really.....those are moments to savor aren't they. Sometimes I just like to look at Andrew when he's sleeping after a really hard mommy day.......it reminds me that even during the chaos there is peace. :) I love the tiny hand!! :)
THIS was beautiful!!!
Thanks Alece.