It's mornings like this I cherish.

Pre-sunrise cuddles. When my little squirmy baby succumbs easily to sleep and sinks peacefully into my chest. No struggle, no reaching for everything in sight. Just heavy eye lids and rhythmic deep breaths.... and maybe the occasional snore. These moments are few and far in between lately.

I remember holding him delicately in my arms in the NICU. I'd grasp his teeny hand and wait patiently amidst the cords and beeping machines for the handful of times he would peak up at me sleepily. I would keep his room light off to make it easier for him. It was always brief; just a flicker of his deep blue eyes before he'd surrender to exhaustion and melt into my arms once again. This was our daily routine and I lived for that tiny flicker of blue.

Now I can hardly get those eyelids to close. That flicker of blue is now endless, and the hours of cuddles have turned into a wiggly battle for affection. Or in his case, everything in the room that's the least bit interesting. Oh how he's changed. And in only six months... There's still so much to come!

But before I run off on a tangent and give paragraphs and paragraphs on the countless joys these past six months have brought me and how I can't believe there's so much more to come, I must go and enjoy this rare cuddle before he's suddenly a teenager.

Happy Tuesday!