Sitting in the the nursery rocker, I place you face up on my chest. Your head is gently nestled just under my collar bone, your body outstretched along mine. Your feet are propped up on my legs and crossed at your ankles. You hold your warm bottle of milk with one hand and reach up for a handful of my hair. Rubbing it seems to soothe you and you gently tug it closer to your face. My face is drawn closer to your head. I breathe in your damp, clean hair. You smell so good. You enjoy your milk and I enjoy being so close to you.
We both look up to watch the stars change from blue to green to yellow on the walls and ceiling. My mind drifts to all of the happenings of the day. Your giggles and laughs, your hugs and open mouthed kisses. The green icing from the grocery store cake smeared haphazardly all over your face as you ride in the cart. The way you say "bubble" prompting me to blow more bubbles while sitting on the driveway. The soggy toilet paper you have draped in and out of the toilet when I find you after you've been quiet for just a minute too long.
I'm brought back to the here and now at the sound of air sucking through your bottle. You lean forward a little and hand me your bottle as to tell me you're finished.
I kiss you on your forehead and again on your cheek. I embrace you like the little one that you are and carry you over to your bed.
You lie there so still looking up at me as I cover you with your blankie and tuck you in. I tell you "Night, night sweet prince" and you place your open palm over you mouth and make a "muah" sound as if to blow me a kiss.
"I love you, Silas. Good night sweet prince."