There is a moment every night I get to experience that is beyond sweet.
After Miles has had his Goodnight Moon book read, and has drunk his bottle, and has been rocked to sleep, we lay him in his crib. The glow from turtle nightlight bathes the room in serene blue stars. Robert and I each plant kisses on Miles and tip toe backward to gaze down at our sweet son. Then we embrace, a feeling of triumph prevalent in the air at having gotten him to sleep successfully. I press my face into Robert's chest and hear his father's heart, beating for his family.
Everything is right with the world at that moment. Our love is tangible in the room... and the possibilty for good sleep for him and us is born again.