A Moment

There is a moment each time I put Jackson to bed, where he has his head on my chest or shoulder. We have started to relax. He has reached up to gently touch my cheek or reached around my neck for a gentle hug. I feel complete. At that moment I know why I am his mother. Why he was chosen for me. I am thankful he got here safely. In this moment I do not feel I could love another person more fully or completely. I know in my soul why I am here. I will take those moments with me where ever I go for the rest of my life.