Her tiny nostrils pressed against my breast draw and send thread-like wisps of air across my skin. A soft cap of nut-brown hair frames her gentle countenance, with a cow-licked wave that grows to the right. She rarely cries or frets, only when hungry, but even then she is quickly calmed and comforted. She eats slowly and usually falls asleep while eating; I tickle her to wake her up to continue nursing. Her little hands that push and grasp soon relax again and she falls back to sleep. When she wakes in the morning she doesn’t cry, only coos and cuddles her blanket til one of us picks her up. She is so so good. God has been so so good to us.
“Children are a heritage from the Lord. The fruit of the womb are a reward.” Psalm 127:3