Love Not Always Floodlights & Fireworks, But Sometimes It Is

My son is sleeping on my husband's chest, snuggled in an "O" against his broad shoulders in a snuggly nest, resting easy, gently. I want my son to wake up, because I haven't seen him this morning. My husband let me sleep in, because I stayed up last night writing and working on grad school assignments. I woke refreshed and awake, not my usual still-feel-like-I-need-two-more-hours-of-sleep grogginess. Dare I say, refreshed? Yes, I was refreshed.

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