"Good morning, sweetheart." I whispered.
You stretched slowly and looked up at me with a sleepy smile sweeping across your face. I knew how you felt waking up to your mama rubbing your back, in your nice warm bed, in your safe, cozy, still dark room.
Someday you will be the parent, waking your child, remembering how it felt to be the child. The cycle of love and security warming you from the inside out as you stroke your child's head and breathe in their heavenly scent. The reality of it all feeling like a dream.
Your body warm and alive. Your face angelic. I thanked God, for the millionth time, that I get to be your mama. My mind took a picture of that very moment and I locked it away in my heart.