I always want to remember the way my daughter looks at me during her last feeding of the night. Usually her eyes are bright and she is cooing and giggling while trying to nurse. She attempts to talk to me with her mouth full and all feels right with the world. One day her nourishment will come from other sources and I will no longer get to be a resource for her in that way. But I hope to always be a source of unconditional love. I hope to always see her eyes smiling and talk with her before she drifts off into the land of dreams.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. – James 1:17