When I'm old and gray...

I wish I could have a poet describe what I'm feeling right now. I wish I could put into words how beautiful this experience is. I'm sure that when I'm old and gray, my sweetest memories will be of babies sleeping on my chest.

When Roman was little and refused to sleep anywhere but my chest, I was sure that I had ruined him. But he quickly grew into the big boy that he is- sweet, smart, independent and a great sleeper. So, now, a little wiser, I realize Odin is exactly where he needs to be.

I cherish these moments, soaking them up and hoping the memories never fade- his sweet smell, his little snores and the tickle of his breath on my neck. I've experienced some unbearable heartache this last month and these precious moments have helped to take the edge off. It's going to be a long road but at least I know I'm right where I'm supposed to be.