These are the moments…

Last night during Stella’s 2AM feeding, I stopped my brain and started paying attention to what was happening right then. I noticed how my body instinctively curled around Stella, her little feet braced on the tops of my thighs. Our bellies were resting against each other, and I could feel the rhythm of her breath. Two breaths, then a  gulp, two breaths, gulp. My finger traced the rose petal skin on her bicep, while her little arm embraced what it could of my other breast.  I stroked the back of her head, and marveled at the thickening cap of feather soft hair. I listened to the sound of her breaths, her swallows, and her hums of contentment. While the house slept around me, I was the only person awake to witness the simple beauty of my nursing child. I alone got to smell the sweetness of her skin, and feel her small weight in my arms. I carried her back to bed when she finished eating, and  kissed her tiny nose before I laid her down to sleep until her next feeding. I’m so glad I took the time to pay attention to this. This is a reason to praise God.