Since when did 6:15 am become one of my favorite hours of the day? For those of you who know me and have seen me in the mornings, you can go ahead and laugh. I am, generally speaking, NOT a morning person. However, as my brood grows and motherhood affords me few opportunities for silence, I have become more of a morning person. I love the semi-silence of knowing my family is here, but quiet, asleep, nestled snuggly in, well, my bed, dreaming away.
The baby and I usually awake around 6:15. He nurses, fills, his growing tummy, gets a clean diaper, and I usually put him down to doze back off for a while as I get in some prayer time and a bit of writing, then start on the day's housework and greet his waking brothers. But this morning, I didn't put him down. I lingered with him over coffee, watching him smile and kick his legs, look at the sailboats floating across his jammies. I noticed that his dimples aren't out in the center of his cheeks like his brothers', but right at the corner of his mouth. We had a fantastic conversation about his friends Cooo and Oooo. Apparently, they have had numerous adventures as of late. I heard Gabriel laughing in his sleep in the other room, and Kolbe and I had a good giggle too. It was its own little prayer time, this moment--when a baby's smile was magnetic and held me anchored, regardless of what else was on my to-do list this morning. That list never even crossed my mind as I sat there staring at him, finding his thumb, putting it is his mouth, then closing his eyes slowly and drifting off to sweet slumber.
I think of how often I say to my favorite adult people, "Let's go have coffee." You see, coffee occupies a special place in my heart. It is my favorite comfort food. It is a warm, sweet memory of conversations had, quiet mornings, and home. When I ask someone to have coffee with me, it my way of saying, "I really like you, and I want to share one of my most favorite things with you." Today, I got to have coffee with one of the most special people in my life, my baby. As I walked away from his little body, stretched out on the sofa cushions sound asleep, I couldn't help but lean in for a kiss; nothing is quite as wonderful as the feel of chubby baby cheek on your lips. And I though, "Let's have coffee, again sometime....tomorrow...for you are one of my most favorite people and I want you to know all of life's simple joys, and I want you to share them with me!"
This is such a lovely way to spend an early morning. Glad you have this opportunity sometimes. love Mom
Posted by: grangran | August 31, 2007 at 03:51 PM
Beautiful post of quality time spent with your wee one! I totally agree with the feel of 'chubby baby cheek' on ones lips...there is nothing better. I'm constantly kissing my baby's cheeks (and they are chubby :)
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