nights like these

This afternoon we napped together and you didn't wake up until almost 6:00. Dinner was late, bedtime was delayed. And as is the case most nights lately, after nursing you began to chat and roll around. You rolled over to me and grabbed my lip, rubbed my shoulder, and laughed when I tickled. I sang Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and rubbed your hair and your soft baby cheek. When you're bigger, I will miss nights like these. Nights spent with a sweet baby, my heart so full of love it may burst. Nights when I think my life must be perfect because you're beside me. Nights when you roll yourself to sleep.