What is more peaceful than the face of a content child, fast asleep?  I tell you, watching a well-cared for babe slumber is glimpsing a piece of heaven / nirvana / sheer bliss.

          I look at Skeeter sleeping serenely beside me and I feel nothing but awe.  That’s my baby.  That’s my last baby.  That’s my happy baby.  There sleeps 1/3 of my heart…  And another 1/3 sleeps beside me.  The other third in his room in dinosaur jammies…

         What is more beautiful than the face of a child who knows they are loved?

          How heartbreaking that not every child’s face reflects that love… 

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