Peace

I want to capture and hold the absolute peace I feel when I rock my baby at bedtime. After his bath, after the lotion, after the pajamas are on, after the breastfeeding, after the story. When I hold him against my chest and use my right hand to rub the back of his head and sing him his lullaby, the world makes sense. For a moment, there is nothing else. There is me and my baby. There is our chair and our song. There are small murmurs and snuggles in. There is peace.