3 am

It's three am, and I can hear him begin to stir. Bleary eyed, I roll over, pick him up and take him to the living room. I begin to nurse him. His sleepy eyes meet mine and I smile are he eats away. I try to stay awake, watching him. He stops nursing, I look down and he is smiling. My heart melts. He nurses more and falls asleep, milk dripping out the side of his mouth. We return to bed and I think, this is love....