A small moment, yet a momentous occasion. Because everything you do, my little rainbow, is momentous. You were fighting sleep, yet so tired. Full belly, restless baby body. After a busy day of learning more about the world, testing out the first bites of ‘real’ food for your tiny taste buds, you were half asleep but just couldn’t surrender. There in the glow of your night light, the white noise all around, you grabbed my finger with your little hand. Wrapped it right around, held it tight. It was all you needed to finally succumb to your sweet little dreams and peaceful slumber. A small, yet momentous moment. Every single time you do that, it’s a magical second of time that steals my breath away. One squeeze that says, for now, “Mama, you’re all I need to feel safe”. If only I could make it so for always.

My little rainbow, my Everett, you have no idea how you’ve saved me. You’ve breathed new life into my soul, made me feel alive again. You shine. You are light. You are the embodiment of love.

I’m so lucky to be your mama.