This is Wilbur's drawing of one of his faves.

Wilbur slept with me last night. He isn't feeling well. He lays in bed with me and touches my face like a sweetheart in a movie who is just watching the love of his life sleep peacefully. He tells me, "But you know? I'm afraid of the dark." He strokes my arm. He loves how my arm is flappy. This comment coming from anyone else, even my 10-year-old, would incense me somewhat. But when 6-year-old Wilbur says it, it's still just cute. I don't worry about my flappy, old-lady arms, but think of how soft my skin feels to him and how he needs that touch. Skin to skin is how we did it when he was a baby. He needed to be on me, near me. It's so special that he still does.

I don't like sappy and current country songs, but recently someone made a playlist for a baby shower I was hosting. And it included this country song called, "You'll Always Be My Baby". And for some reason, every time I hear it I cry. I was thinking of it last night while Wilbur snored softly next to me; one arm up over his head, just the way I sleep; his cherubic, angelic face at perfect peace... He looked heaven-sent.

In the sunlight or the rain
Brightest nights or darkest days
I'll always feel the same way
Whatever road you may be on know you're never too far gone
My love is there wherever you may be
Just remember that you'll always be my baby