Every night before I go to sleep I come to whisper sweet dreams. Its a ritual, you are all the last thing I see before sleep consumes me and the first thing I look at before daylight even has a chance to nudge me awake.
I stroke your hair, cover your toes, lay kisses laden with love on your three, smooth, innocent cheeks. The quarrels of the day are quickly forgotten and all that remains is the warm glow that heats my soul as I softly whisper ‘goodnight’.
The silence of night time lies gently in our home, I can watch you slumber, stare wide eyed in wonder at the knowledge that all of you three beautiful creatures came from inside me. I wanted you, I grew you, and I have loved you all to the moon and back again.
I look at you, and I ache with an all consuming sense of adoration.
Sleep tight my dreaming babies, mummy loves you very much.