This morning I checked my emails and webcomics with a baby wrapped around my leg.
This warm, beautiful, chubby munchkin had rolled over in his sleep when I took over his mama's place on the couch while she had her shower, and had flopped his leg over my thigh and curled right in.
We stayed like that for more than an hour, sitting peacefully, he, snoring and snuffling, me, stroking his fuzzy wee head while I surfed the net and then the new IKEA catalogue. It was such a lovely, soothing feeling, this enforced quiet contemplation.
Unfortunately, it couldn't last. I had to pee, and monsieur burped and decided another bottle was in order. I mean, it had been an hour since the last one, was I trying to starve him?
But once that bottle was done, we went right back to our snuggle, him sleeping in my arms this time, and me just contemplating the wonderful little being lying across my belly, marveling at the glorious rolls and creases and chubby cheeks that have come about so recently, and wondering what the future holds for this fabulous little godson of mine. thankful that I am close enough and have the time now to see him so often and help his mama out as much as I can, wishing I could do more. thankful for the glimpses of what the future holds for me and my yet unknown babies. thankful that his mama and I found our way, finally, to being such good friends. thankful I came home to them yesterday to celebrate getting my first real job with baby cuddles and cooking.
Thankful his mama came home this morning before that diaper change.
Thankful that I was the one she called when he finally rolled over all on his own after I had left this afternoon.