In the Rocking Chair
Sleep: he is heavy in my hands
Secure: he is relaxed against my chest
Comfort: his breath is warm on my neck
Dreams: he twitches under my chin
Love: his warmth against me
I loved and hated those days all at the same time. I hated being stuck in a chair, I hated having to be so quiet, but I loved the feel of my little one in my arms. Do you remember those days? Are you in those days now?