A post with no pictures. I've got something better to do...

There is much to be done. Toys scatter the floor. Pictures need to be taken. Dinner needs assembly. A toilet bowl, or two, could use a scrub. But here I sit with a book and a warm cup of coffee, and best of all, a sleeping baby - cheek pressed against my chest, dead-weight of a body, short, steady breathes in pulse against my own. What a gift I have been given: Life. This life, shared. Thank you God.