Everyday, Morgan and I do at least two of the same things: take a hot bath together and an afternoon nap. We shut all the blinds, turn on the fan and close the door for cuddling. I sing him his favorite songs, which include I Am a Child of God and Golden Slumbers. And when we take baths, we usually play tea party or cars along the porcelain side of the tub.
One of my favorite things to do is pretend I'm asleep until he's settled down, then I peak over the covers and watch his eyes get heavy until he drifts off to sleep. It's the sweetest thing.
Most days I'm far less patient with him than he deserves, but it feels so good to be loved (and needed) by him. It's me he comes to for anything and everything he needs. What a privilege motherhood is.
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