Angel talk

You are in your crib, down for a nap- I put you down and you didn't make a sound. I felt so good as I knew you needed your rest and I could hear you breathing over the monitor.

I can almost see you- in my mind- as your daddy and I have watched you sleep almost every single night since you were born. Long after you fall asleep at night we sneak into your room to watch you dream. To hear you breathe and to gaze upon your sweet face. To look at your tiny hands with your fingers gently curled up and your whole body warm and relaxed. We only look at you for a minute at the most- but this minute is SLOW and beautiful. For in this minute, this chaotic world is quiet and peaceful.

But this is your morning nap- and I don't look in on you because if I did you would wake up. I can hear your breathing softly over the monitor. Then you start to babble in your sleep. It's such a sweet sound. I wonder what you are saying. Your words take on forms that I've never heard before, letters that have never been, and vowels that don't exist. I wonder if you are talking to the angels that watch over you, in a secret language only they can understand. I love the sound of your voice- barely conscious and so pure. I run to get the recorder, so I can listen to your angel talk again sometime. But as soon as I am ready, your conversation ends, and I can hear you breathing again.