I was up almost the entire night with this little boy last night. He was restless, fussy, and had a hard time falling asleep at all. Then I would remember: this is the last time I get to this. And I would kiss him, snuggle and check the clock to see how much longer until morning. "About the last[born]: the baby who trails his scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after- oh, that's love by a different name. He is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after he's gone to sleep.... You rock [him] by the window, drinking the light from his skin... He's the one you can't put down." -Barbara Kingslover The Poisonwood Bible
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