A little bottom shuffles quickly backwards to fit snugly into the crescent curve of my body. He likes the warmth and softness of my stomach and breasts.
The perfect place for a babe to rest.
He pushes his head up underneath my chin and I watch little tufts of snowy white hair rise and fall against my breath.
I stroke the smooth line from the center of his brow and down to the tip of his nose. His breath deepens and slows as he falls heavier into sleep from this magic touch.
I gently try to pull myself away but he stirs, so I stay.
I lay there in the dark and think of how equally blissful and frustrating it is to be doing nothing but inhaling the sweetness of my children.
Apart of me wants this moment to freeze in time and another cant help but think of all the things I need to do ; the dishes that need scrubbing, the floors that need sweeping, the world that needs changing...
But, what is life and the world if I can't stay just lay here curled up with my babies offering them the connection and comfort they crave during the night.
So, I decide to pull my darlings closer and kiss their creamy skin. I promise them that above all else I will gift them my time, whether its playing in the sunbeams or snuggling,
one on top of the other, like a family of lion clubs beneath the silvery moon.