An old wives tale says that if a baby sleeps with his hands above his head that means he is healthy. While I love the thought of that tale, I also believe you are telling your own. I believe you are dreaming of a land where you are the superhero. You fly through the sky protecting all of the other babies from evil mashed peas. You stop the dirty diaper monster from destroying Town Hall. The masked baby from Meltdown City has no chance when he goes against you because you are the most super of all the babies. None can compare.
There is a certain innocence that comes with sleeping like you. A peaceful Ora surrounds you and for a while you can rest, recharge, and relax. Growing is hard work and you seem to do it at lightning speed (perhaps that is your super power). With the possibility of you being my last baby I am trying extra hard to embrace all of your little baby-ways. For as long as you sleep like this I will know it is okay to kiss your little nose all the way to your little toes. I can cradle you, nurse you, rock your doughy little body to sleep. Someone told me recently that “the days are long but the years are short” and that statement is most true.
Tonight while you drift to sleep I will smell your head to remember how you sweat as you fall asleep. I will caress your wrist dimples with the tip of my nose. I will make sure you are comfortable and warm, and as I lay you down I will wonder what you are dreaming about.
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