The glider

Sink down into the soft cream plush and release a sigh of tension that was held in all day.

It’s night.

It’s time to put up my slippered feet and glide.

Little precious swaddled bundle fits perfectly in the crook of my arms. As we start our easy sway I put my nose and lips to the warm soft head.

Delicate with whispy hairs that softly tickle my nose as I inhale the sweet smell of freshly bathed baby. You suck on ur baba with eyes blinking.

The rhythmic sway and my nuzzling face makes the eyelids heavy. One last look at me and you let the long lashes drop.

We are safe.

Quiet and at peace.

No problems, no fears.

No need to rush. We can stay like this all night. We glide, we sway and gently drift on our heavenly cloud.