(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.