Sleeping Miracle

Every night I rock Sam to sleep until he's heavy and warm in my arms. Then I lay him in his crib (we both sigh) and I tiptoe out of his room. As I pull the door closed behind me, I stare at the floor unseeing, my insides melting in syrupy happiness. And then I get this thrill of anticipation for morning, because I can't wait to return to that Sam-smelling sanctuary and watch the flare of his breathing nostrils, the peach-soft curve of his cheeks, the long baby lashes, the bright red mouth that makes sucking motions long after the bottle is gone, his little monkey fists tangled in his hair. All night I imagine his features with only the darkness and angels to adore them, and I can't wait till morning. :-)