*I read this in my August Moms group and it had me a bit choked up. I've told people before that I don't mind the middle of the night feeding because it's such a bonding time. I love the quiet and Jude staring at me while he eats. If he's awake enough, we just sit smiling at each other. It is one of the most treasured memories I will have of him and of us. So when I read this, I felt like it spoke to me...*

My Baby Boy and Me

It's three AM, they're all asleep,
... and no-one's here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.

His little hand is feather light
Tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine,
and stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still,
And makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much,
And cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart
For lonely nights to come.

All too soon he'll be grown up,
His need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish he'd always stay
Protected, safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
When his tiny little hand,
will be bigger than my own.
He'll grow to be a man.

But until then he's mine to love
With no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.

...Author Unknown