You know what one of my favorite things ever is? Babies sleeping on me. I was looking through old baby photos of Noah (as I tend to often find myself doing) and I came across these two…

It’s been too long since I’ve had a baby sleeping on me, and seeing these pictures made me kind of baby trunky.

I don’t know why I love it so much. Maybe it’s because babies are so tiny, and so helpless, and yet they have such complete trust in somebody so much larger than they are. Maybe it’s because it’s as close to perfection as I’ll ever come. Maybe it’s because I feel like a piece of God is resting on top of me.

I remember when I used to hold Noah, I could literally lie there with him sleeping on me for hours, and it would never get old. I would never feel a need to move. I would never feel inconvenienced.

I would lay there and marvel at his almost impossible size. I would clasp his tiny fingers and toes. I would kiss him repeatedly while he slept. It was as if all worries and all fears disappeared from my life when I held my sleeping child. It was pure… peace.

Okay, I gotta stop before I start get all teary-eyed. Anybody else ever get baby trunky?

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

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