So I’m sitting here listening to my sweetie breathe while he sleeps and watching HBO family and they have a show playing called “Good Night Moon” and they’re going through a bunch of different lullabyes and stories read or performed by different actors and actresses. And during the reading of Goodnight Moon, which I remember fondly, I felt an unfamiliar but welcome pang. A yearn to read that story to a child or to sing to them and have them drift to peaceful sleep in my arms or by my side. Nothing is really more comforting than a young child feeling safe enough in your presence to fall asleep.
I can’t wait to be a mommy 🙂