Reflections

I love feeding my baby in the middle of the night. He wakes up and cries with his eyes closed. When I pick him up, he clings to me with his whole little body. I love feeling his tinyness. His little hand squeezing my fingers as he is drinking his milk. His teeny little ears and chicks. I love watching him and kissing his face. It's my time with my baby. And nobody will ever be able to take it away from me. I hope this feeling will stay in my heart forever.