I look at you in wonder, my beautiful blonde haired boy.
Your perfect little nose, your expressive brow. The wrinkle that appears when you laugh from your belly. You almost always laugh in your sleep at least once. Its both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Your breath which is rested and contented. Lulling you into sweet dreams.
Your lashes which could make a supermodel envious. You’ll create waves with those lashes, your very own breeze maker.
Your cupids bow still puckered, that wonderful little baby pout which you’ve never lost.
And the air around you, still, silent and comforting.
We always nod off together; head in lap, your hand on your chest with the other touching me, making sure I haven’t gone far.
That comfort and reassurance help you drift off to slumber but you’ll never realise its you comforting and reassuring me.
When I know you’re in a deep sleep, I move you up so that I cradle you. Your neck in the crook of my arm, your long body draped across my legs and your hand instinctively grasping at my ‘spot’ under my chin.
I take you all in. You could have been a monster ALL DAY LONG (trust me, it happens), but those sweet moments I get to hold you without you struggling to run away or blowing raspberries or squealing from tickles, are some of my most happiest minutes.
Time could stop and it wouldn’t matter.
My whole world is in my arms.
I nuzzle your cheek and feel your soft skin and I give 7 kisses. 6 little kisses then a big firm kiss at the end.
I could kiss you all day long and I am always asking for one from you, but the 7 kisses goodnight are the best.
I could be swamped with chores or needing to get out and run round the block, but I never leave without my 7 kisses.
They are a Mother’s kisses to her boy. Her baby. Her love.
7 Kisses Goodnight.