It’s mid-morning, and the September sun shines cheerfully through the large window of the master bedroom. I’m sitting in a rocking chair in the soft light, dappled by the small-leafed tree in the front yard. I rock gently back and forth, one leg pulled up with heel tucked on the edge of the chair, Lucas cradled in my arms. I pull him close, tucking him under my chin, and the downy blond fuzz that is his hair tickles my cheek. He is already drowsy, and I can feel sleep seeping into him, filling him up, easing his breathing and mine into slow, deep breaths.
The house is perfectly still, blissfully silent around me. The big boys are off at school and Beloved at work. The day stretches ahead of us filled with quotidian minutiae, but for this brief moment time is suspended and it’s just Lucas and me in this cocoon of morning bliss. Blue sky, yellow fluttering sunshine, green leaves, blue sheer curtain, green grass, warm honey brown pine cradle and rocking chair. Even the cars passing by outside sound like waves crashing on the seashore.
Lucas is asleep, but I keep rocking, gently patting, breathing deeply of his dusty, milky baby smell. It’s a perfect moment in a happy life. This is the meaning of life.
Beautiful.
And when life around You feels too much, stop, and reach into Your memory, and pull out that beautiful moment. Smile.
Life is good.
I remember so well those sleepy cuddles. Thanks for bringing them back to the front of my brain.
I have just stumbled upon your blog…Lovely, thanks for the smiles:)
Awe!!! Nice.
Oh, I love those perfect moments. Thanks for sharing yours.
I was lucky enough to share one of those moments with Rachel this morning. She got up early and came out and found me and we rocked together and cuddled in the big green recliner, just the two of us, with the cat purring on the floor and the scent of her hair in my nose. It was all the sweeter for the realization that she’ll be six next month and one day she won’t want to cuddle anymore.
Enjoy your time with Lucas, and thanks for sharing.