The bliss of motherhood

She wakes from her afternoon nap. I sweep her from her cot and nussle into her neck. She is warm, sleepy and smells sweet and musty. We snuggle. I savour the drousy moment.

Later we are both laughing as I am tickling her. She is in my arms and we turn to look in a mirror on the wall. We laugh together at our reflection. She then puts her head onto my shoulder and sighs a contented sigh. I wish time would stand still.