Right now I’m enjoying a last-minute, super quick visit in Utah with my family and long-time friend, Michelle. Tonight as I tiptoed into my brother’s room where Leandro and I are sleeping, I looked at my sweet little guy in the soft blue glow of my cell phone and felt my heart melt into a puddle and swell with love at the same time. His little chest rising and falling with sleepy, baby breaths. His fists gently balled up, arms up by his head, one of the few remaining newborn-baby-esque features about him. His little eyes and nose and mouth perfectly small and still and his head cushioned by my mom’s homemade quilt, stolen from the foot of her bed.
Amid all the mayhem and minutia of motherhood- the dishes and the cooking and the budgeting and the messes and the meltdowns and the sleep debt- at the end of the day when their sleeping bodies rest, calm and still at last, it seems as if life can’t get much sweeter.