Mama’s Bed

For quite some time, my fragmented nights were filled with at least one baby in my bed.  And then we went through several periods of comforting and adjusting and reassuring.  And cold water and extra kisses and other night waking things.  I still peek into their room to watch their chests rise and fall – and relish in how I continue to see the baby in them while they are sleeping.

My beautiful illustrations of grace and peace.

For the most part, we’ve been coasting through smooth nights for well over a year.  I suppose I wish I could time travel to inform the frazzled me that true rest was just around the corner.  Every now and then, someone needs cold water or an extra snuggle and sometimes we wake up extra early to a sweet surprise.  A reminder of what once was.


It is positively glorious.