And When I Go Away, I Know My Heart Can Stay With My Love, It's Understood
The Kid woke up from his nap crying...loudly. He must have nightmares, much like his momma. I went and picked him up from the crib, he was sobbing, trying to catch his breath. I sat in the rocking chair as I held him to my chest.
His arms tight around his little stuffed monkey, my arms tight around him. His whimpering subsided as he laid his head on my shoulder and I pressed my cheek against his sweaty little head.
We rocked back and forth for a few minutes. He turned his head and looked at me, kissed me on the lips, then turned his head back and laid it down. He did that every few minutes. For half and hour we rocked back and forth. I held him tight and he'd turn and give me kisses, until finally we both fell asleep in the chair.
This is love.