Midnight Blessings

Matthew woke up crying at 12:30 last night, and I got up to nurse him. I picked him up and he immediately put his head on my shoulder. He often does this until I sit down and then he will pop his head up and cry until I start nursing him. The other thing he will do will to lean away from me and look at the rocking chair until we sit there to nurse. So, I went over to the rocking chair slowly, because cuddling is my favorite thing and Matthew does not want to do it much anymore, because there are so many things to do- toys to play with, brother to knock over, lint on the floor to find and eat. Even in the middle of the night, he wants to eat and get back to bed, and resists when I try to linger and cuddle for a few minutes. He has dreams he needs to get back to!

I sat down, and the most wonderful thing happened- he continued to cuddle. I sat there rocking him for about 15 minutes, embracing each other and soaking up all the wonderfulness of the moment. At one point he popped his head up, stroked the curtain and then looked at me (we often look out the window in the morning), and I kissed his cheek, and he immediately snuggled into my shoulder again. After I laid him back down, I just counted that as a blessing. My first and perhaps best birthday present.