She gently kissed the top of his head,
noting how his soft hair whorled and how his breath, with each exhale, made the
most agreeable of sighs. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she ran the back of
her hand down the side of one of his cheeks. He shuddered, so she
stopped.
Stepping away from where he slept, his
covers kicked mostly away from his body, she, too, sighed. Her feelings for him
were true. His for her were equally composed of the most genuine
stuff.
She wondered why she had waited so long.
Sure, she had committed for a lifetime, but the joys they experienced surpassed
those that she had known in any previous relationship. She bent over to kiss
him once more.
He rolled toward her, but did not wake.
Again, pleasant noises came from his sweet mouth.
Again, he rolled, just a
little.
She noticed that the whiteness of white
sheets had been compromised. Maybe, while she was eating lunch, his diaper had
overflowed.
Sad to wake him, she lifted him away
from the soiled linens and changed both her baby and his bedding. As he fell
back asleep, he sang to the moon. She hummed in harmony.