It's 3:00 a.m.

As I sit here in the middle of the night with my beautiful baby boy Giovanni, it got me thinking about a beautiful poem I had put in Antonio's baby scrapbook. It was a beautiful poem that fit Antonio and I so perfectly... and now, so perfectly for Gio and I...

My Baby Boy and Me

Its 3 am they're all asleep

And no one's here to see

As we rock slowly back and forth

My Baby Boy and Me.

His little head is feather light

tucked up against my chin

I hold his tiny hand in mine

and stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans

the clock hands creep around

He snuggles closer to me still

and makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much

and cherish every one

store memories up inside my heart

for lonely nights to come.

All too soon he'll be grown up

his need for Mama gone

but until then I still have time

for kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this

with him cuddled in my arms

where I wish he'd always stay

protected safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come when this tiny little hand

will be much bigger than my own,

he'll grow to be a man.

But until then he's mine to love

with no one here to see

as we rock slowly back and forth

my baby boy and me.

And as I did with my precious Antonio... I will sing this song to get him back to sleep... making this song my precious little tradition since both of my boys absolutely love to listen to it as they fall asleep...

"...Its hard to explain how a few precious things seem to follow through out all of our lives. After all's said and done I was watching my son sleeping there with my bear by his side. So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going I swear that old bear whispered Boy, welcome home.."