A Blessing

He mumbled in his dream. Before I could turn towards him and quieten him, he reached for my hand, still asleep. He took it and placed it on his chest. I watched in silence as my hand rose and fell to the rhythm of his breathing. In his slumber, he rested his tiny hand over mine to be sure that I stayed where I belonged—close to his heart. 

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