J has decided that I must sing to him at night. Otherwise, he will lie in his crib and cry. He used to like "Love You Forever" the best, but now he prefers "Baby Mine" (from Dumbo). I cuddle him close, and I sing to him and rock him. He quiets down and looks up at me, reaching up with his tiny little chubby hands to caress my cheek and my mouth as I sing to him. I kiss his hand and his soft little cheek. Then I put him in his crib, and he falls asleep, quietly cooing to himself.
I feel very blessed tonight. Blessed and loved. Being loved is a wonderful and amazing gift; who could want for more?
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