Ahhhh..the still, quiet moments. I hold these very close to my heart. This morning at 5 am, David awoke for some reason and I sat in our chair in the dark, holding him close. While I am not a fan of the predawn awakenings, I absolutely LOVE our quiet time in the chair, snuggled close. I held on tight, giving him kisses and rubbing his back, gently coaxing him back to sleep. This time David did go back to sleep, and I held him, rocking, for half an hour.
I don't know if I could pinpoint where my mind goes while I sit there; I think of housework that needs to be done, create a list of groceries we need, mentally prepare for the day. Often though, I think about my little boys, whichever one I have at that moment; I think about their eyelashes, their toes...whether or not they had a dream, if I have done the best job as I could do for them the previous day. I ponder them alot, down to every detail. I listen to their breathing, adjust to their stirrings, and give them a squeeze every now and then. It is a perfectly wonderful way to begin another hectic day. While I am tired and wishing I could've slept in, I truely enjoy this moment they give me. A moment to just slow down with them, soak them in, comfort them, and replenish my tank that so often runs on empty. I get strength from these moments to face all of the other trying ones. For that, thank you David for needing me this morning :)