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I am running on no sleep…my child slipped and fell on the ice at school yesterday and he came into bed with me pretty early. I didn’t sleep. I was nearly breathless watching over him, his perfect face, his measured breaths, his sigh of contentment when I placed a hand gently on his belly.

I didn’t sleep. I wanted him to rest. I watched this singular moment in time, the only day like this ever. His innocence. His comfort. His unsarcastic love.

It was a mommy-refresher course.

Today, of course, I am bleary-eyed and moving through jello. He is fine, happy to help his daddy put together a new dresser. Today he is a little man. Last night, he was my baby.

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