After Matthew's bath tonight I was just holding him and talking to Alex and all of a sudden I felt Matthew go limp into a pile of sleeping baby. He hasn't fallen asleep on my chest in months and I loved holding him this way until Alex told me I had to put him to bed.
I've read and been told that many times as your child grows things will happen for the last time before you know they are the last time. I so loved when Matthew was a newborn and he found such comfort cuddled into my chest, his head buried close to my heart. With every day that passes he becomes a big boy and wants to climb on me or paw at my face and hair, and even if he is being calm his height has mostly outgrown my chest if I am holding him. We still have plenty of quiet moments together but those are mostly when we are nursing or saying our prayers at night. He will rest his head on my shoulder, but no feeling in the world can compare to having your baby rest peacefully on your chest, perhaps because that is how we first met. I don't remember when the last time he did this was, but I thought it was past for me. I enjoyed these moments tonight and if this was the last time at least I got this sweet picture to capture the moment.
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