A Mother's Kiss

Hyrum is over six months old now, and we are trying to teach him how to fall asleep on his own. 

Yesterday I put him down for his nap, wrapped him in a blanket, gave him his frog teddy, and left the room. A few minutes later I could still hear him crying, and went up to check on him. 

I could tell he was almost asleep, but he was so so sad. 

I wiped his tears and rubbed his head and then kissed him on the forehead, between his eyes. 

As I kissed him he smiled that sweet smile of his and let out a tired giggle. 

I kissed him again, between the eyes. More smiles came as his sleepy eyes began to close. 

I kissed the tip of his nose, his tiny lips, his chubby fingers, and his forehead once more.

 Soon, his eyes became to heavy to stay awake and they closed as he turned his head to the side. 

He started breathing heavily, and I knew he was asleep.

I watched my sleeping boy for a few minutes and then tip-toed across the creaky floor.

I love the magic of a mother's kiss. 

I love watching him drift off to sleep after I touch my lips to his little forehead. 

That will always be special to me with all of our little babes.