Sunset

It's these moments. Lullabys have been sung, night time routines are complete, the lights are low and we rock. The two of us - his little hands entwined in the hair at the nape of my neck, head snuggled up against mine, small body rising and falling, each breath deeper than the last. These get me through the midnight wake-a-thons, the crying jags and the worry. These moments are like sunsets - beautiful and far too fleeting. But at least you get them every day.