Of nursing a baby. My baby.
A brand new, pink-skinned, downy haired baby.
A fuzzy baby head like KayTar's with a scruffy puppy neck like BubTar's.
The most delicious tiny fingers wrapped around my own.
Small feet pressing against me, while I hummed a lullaby.
The biggest blue eyes.
The softest skin.
The warmth and scent of a newborn babe.
The sound of suckling, the grunted breaths of a nursing newborn.
The small beating flutter of a tiny heart against my palm.
I dozed as the baby drank. As my baby drank.
And then I woke to empty arms.