Beautiful Son

He is sleeping and we lay in bed together. He is nestled into my side as I read The Time Traveler's Wife. I hear, feel his breath. He is beautiful. I pull the covers up enough to just cover his little chest. Every so often, I stop reading to poke him just a touch...his face contorts, or his tongue sticks out, and then he's back to sleep. It is amazing to spend a morning snuggled up with a baby who you created. He opens his eyes and peers into the world, and his face breaks into a wide smile when he sees me, his mother. Simply astounding. My son.