I’m resting in bed with my 4 week old baby in my arms. I cherish this time with him. I listen to him breathe, it’s uneven and gentle, slower and faster depending on his baby dreams. He smells so sweet. He is soft and warm, tangible love that I hold against my heart.
What do you dream about, precious one? I like to imagine that he dreams about Jesus, and angels, and the things that we cannot see.
Can I dream with you?