3 a.m. feedings
are more than feedings.
They are snuggles and safety and softly sung songs.
They are cozy and comfortable and contented.
They are waffle printed and lavender scented.
They are sniveling and sweating and shushing,
and are viewed through puffy eyes, crusted with sleep.
They are restless and fatiguing and short.
And they are beautiful.
It feels good to be needed
and good to be comforted.
And this won’t last forever.
It won’t be long until I drive you crazy
and you drive me mad
and you’re old enough to drive away.
It won’t be long until you aren’t so joyful.
But for now, you are.
And bellies and hearts are full.
- A Song (velvetnovels.wordpress.com)