Little Hand
Julian sat in my lap snuggling with his hand resting gently on top of mine today. He pats me and says "mama" in a way that shows ownership - telling me I am his. And in that moment, I know, all is perfect in our world. He has this way of bringing me contentment that I have never know before. A contentment that is like oxygen to my soul. I am so deeply, profoundly content with my sweet son. A love that is so deep and wide it is almost painful. Ending my day with the happiest heart. (a favorite poem he reminded me of today) [i carry your heart with me] BY E. E. CUMMINGS i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) ...