Contented

The Big Dude and I had a lovely night last night. We cuddled up on the couch, he rested his big, heavy head on my chest, and we talked about all our future plans. We felt so close. It was one of those moments where I could really feel him - his skin, the smell of his hair, his voice. I could feel how much we love each other and how much we belong together.

And tonight, when I came home very late from work, the Little Dude woke up. While he was having his bottle on my lap, he kept reaching up to stroke my arm as if he was pleased to have me home. I admired the perfection of his tiny hands and stroked his little fingers, tracing the early lines on his palms. We sat like that for a long time.

My little family.

Have I ever mentioned that there are many things I love about my life?