Rest

For the first time in a while, Aaron woke me up in the middle of the night. He was fussy and making noise so I picked him up and he immediately let out two enormous burps. It was clear that his tummy was bothering him, so I held him and walked for a while in the living room. He settled right down and rested quietly in my arms, awake.

I sat on the couch and he laid his head down on my chest, and we sat there for a while. I held him close, thinking about little boys and their mommies. Earlier that day my Dad had said goodbye to his mother. He had sat beside her bed, held her hand, and watched her take her final breaths. As I sat there holding my precious little boy, the tears came easily. Aaron probably could have been put back in his crib after a couple of minutes. It was me that needed to sit on the couch for that hour.