love thursday again

oh this baby. she always wakes up crying in the mornings. deep, wrenching tears that make me wonder what she dreams about. she tries to get up, so many times. crying and blindly plopping one rubbery limb in front of the other, still asleep and searching for comfort.

and when she finds me, we cuddle together. belly to belly, the way it always has been. head on my chest, drifting back to sleep or waking ever so slowly. content to just listen to the rhythm of my heart. i'm afraid to move, afraid to break the spell. sometimes she sits up for a moment and a half-grin crosses her face before she realizes her body is still numb from sleep, and she slops back on to me, sinks back into me. she looks up from time to time, coyly, just to make sure i'm there. maybe to reassure me i'm not imagining this dream come true.

i love our mornings together, silent cuddles, tears and all.