wish me luck!

Each night before bed, my son casually, nonchalantly, reaches out and grabs my ear, pinning me to his side. If he is particularly uneasy, he grabs both ears, pulling me close, and I smell baby soap and milk, warm cotton and skin. Our breaths mingle, our heartbeats answer each other and together, we drift to sleep. I am his, and he knows it ( Read more... )

here's to a new journal...that i'll probably NEVER post in. ;)