In the quiet of the early morning.

Early morning- 5:30am. She cries out from next to me. She's looking for the kind of comfort that comes from warm milk and mama's touch. I pull her in close. She knows exactly what to do as  if we have danced this dance a hundred times before. Eventually her breathing evens out and slows down. Sweet sleep has reclaimed her. One hand remains on my chest, her body still pressed close. I can feel the rise and fall of her belly with each breath. And I realiIze I'm okay with no more sleep tonight. I am right where I want to be. Remembering these sweet moments forever.