. . . in my arms at church today. And not just any sleeping baby (there are many adorable ones to choose from in our congregation), but my sleeping baby. That hasn't happened in many, many moons. Church provides far too many smiling faces, singing voices, and metal chairs perfect for banging on to waste one's time on sleep, we'll have you know. But today was a little gift, wrapped in the perfect package of a sweaty, limp little body laying peacefully against my chest. A happy consequence of this was having a much happier little fella joining us for lunch and a good climb all over daddy. Enjoy. I know I sure did.
4 comments:
What a beautiful post Hilary; thank you so much for sharing that sweet experience. I love you very much.
There is nothing better! So sweet. I recognize his little shirt. Looks very cute on him.
Oh wow, what would that be like?! :) I can't even imagine!
So sweet Hilary. Those moments are few and far between with an active little boy...I cant remember the last time Drew fell asleep at church. Thanks for sharing.
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