To My Sleeping Baby,
Of course, I love you all the time.
I love you when you are smiling.
I love you when you are crying.
I love you when you are fidgeting.
I love you when you are still.
I love you when you are eating.
I love you when you are watching.
And this is not to say that I love you more when you are sleeping. I love you more each moment, even though at any one moment I don't think more love is possible.
This is to say that when you are sleeping, I am filled with a kind of peace that is beyond words. When you are sleeping, I watch you. (OK of course, when you are sleeping, I also: write, cook, play with your brother, hang with your father, sleep.) But often, I watch you. I see the way your face twitches into smiles. I think about your tiny brain, developing at a staggering pace. Sometimes I think I can see you growing. When you sleep, I can pause. I can take in the utter luck and joy that is mine, because life bestowed you on me. Also, I can catch up on my shows.
Sleep well, my darling.