I am sitting on my sofa on this brutally hot afternoon. The curtains are drawn against the sun, and the fans are circulating the cool air from my bedroom AC unit. It is quiet in the house, except for the lulling white noise of the big floor fan and the humming of the AC.
My big dog, Tucker, is asleep on the floor, his warm head resting on my right foot. My laptop is perched on my knees.
Baby Ellie is asleep on my chest. I feel each of her heartbeats against my own heart. I feel her silky hair on my chin. I smell her sweet baby smell and kiss the long, graceful fingers of her left hand, which she has placed against my waiting lips.
Every few minutes, Ellie stirs just a bit, making a tiny squeak, or stretching out her arms. I can tell when she pouches her cheeks and blows out air, because I feel the gentle movement against me.
Ellie’s Momma is asleep in the other room, using this time to recharge. She needs to be ready for all those middle of the night feedings and changings.
She trusts me with her Ellie.
I hold my granddaughter closer. I scoop my palm under the sweet roundness of her diapered bottom, hitching her a bit higher against me. I rest my cheek on her head.
The fans hum, the dog yawns, and Ellie’s heart beats strong and steady against mine.
My world at this moment is absolute perfection.