shhh...

Sometimes in the middle of the night I slowly get out of bed so that I don't disturb your Daddy. I tip toe on the wood floors to not wake up Truman and I sneak into your room. I first watch you closely to see if I can see you breathing, your little belly moving ever so gently up and down, up and down at a slow rhythm. I have to watch closely as it's hard to see through the night light. I sometimes place my hand very carefully on your tummy and press just a little to make sure you're breathing. And I even get daring enough at other times to place my hand on your head and smooth back your hair.

I can't help it...I'm awakened sometimes and I have an urge just to see your beautiful face.