Goodnight, Sweetheart. Blogtober 26th.

An over tired baby.

He twists and stretches in my arms.

 I sing to him, softly.

I hold him close.

I kiss his forehead.

He smiles.

I’m wide awake, Mummy.

I keep singing.

I rock from side to side.

I gently place him down in his cot.

I wait for the protest.

Three.

Two.

One.

A sleeping angel.

Good night, sweetheart.

Mummy will miss you while you sleep.