baby time

There is no greater joy than being at home with a 7 week old baby. Every morning I wake up feeling the warmth of his little body next to mine, his silent breathing, eyes closed, the warmth from the blanket embracing both our bodies. Time stops, rain on the window, the sound of the autumn wind rushing by outside. Small feet up against my tummy, little hands on my chest. The world stops for no one, except us. Right here, right now.

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