3 am. Baby cries. Momma runs to the rescue. A quick change, quiet night. He squirms toward me to nurse. We sit together and rock softly. The moonlight shines on his face. His little hand reaches up to feel my face and make sure that I am smiling. I am so tired, so peaceful. I stroke his hair and realize this is that moment I want to remember forever. When he plays his first football game, when he graduates high school, goes to college, when he marries his love. I sit and just be here in that moment. This is where I feel my strongest, my most beautiful. This is where I gather my strength to do it again tomorrow.
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