Sometimes, I Hold Him

(Pardon the blurry cellphone picture)

Sometimes, when my baby falls asleep in my arms, I don't put him down.  I hold his tiny body in my arms and kiss his sleeping head.  The laundry may remain unfolded and the dishes dirty, but God forbid I regret these days, having spent them cleaning instead of cherishing.  When he cries, but stops when I hold him, I'm thankful that as his Mama, I can comfort him.  Sometimes a new Mama needs to hold her non-crying baby and just enjoy him.