Tonight I heard you dreaming in your sleep, so I crept into your room to peek.
You were sprawled across the mattress like an X, your monkey lovie in your hand.
As golden moonlight tip-toed across your skin and whispered through your hair, you cooed delightfully in your slumber. Your mouth turned up at the corners in quick, sleepy smirks.
Even your dreams are happy, sweet girl.
What more could a Mama ask for?