He’s finally asleep. I lay him in his crib, then clumsily hit my wrist against the side of the crib. He opens his eyes, begins to kick and cry. I grab him up and his eyes slowly close. I wonder if he’s asleep enough to lay him down once more. I listen to his breathing, and it’s gotten heavy. The sound of his breathing soothes my soul. I feel an urge to keep him in my arms and go jump in my bed and cuddle him as he sleeps. I remember that my sheets are in the dryer. I lay him down. He wriggles a bit until he is comfortable. Now he slumbers.
Aww….I remember those days. I want to do it all over again. I really like these pics.