There is nothing sweeter and more absorbing than a sleeping baby.
All my thoughts are replaced by the weight of her in my arms, her sweet and rhythmic breathing, her perfect, delicate features, the way she loves me and feels safer with me than anyone. Her trust in me is astounding! Her sighs and coos are such that only I can fully understand. She grasps my shirt as if we cannot ever be close enough and she never wants this moment to end.
Then, so quietly and softly, I stand from my rocking chair with her in my arms, all the while gazing at her in disbelief that she is mine. I lay her down in her bed and she fusses just a little from the shock of my warmth leaving her. I touch her tender cheek and whisper, "I love you, sweetheart." and even though there is no response, I know that when she awakes, she will have heard me.
This is the silent language between a child and a mother and it is something that is inseparable and unbreakable forever and eternity.