Yesterday evening when I got home from work, Lil Z-Bear was a bit irritable. He had only taken 15 minutes of his 5 pm nap, so it was probably because he was tired. I bathed him and gave him a rub with lotion. That usually calms him down, and then we play for a bit before giving him his last bottle of the day and by 8 he is ready for bed. Last night it didn’t work, he was over-excited during his bath and then he just got cranky after that. He didn’t even want to take his bottle and we weren’t quite sure why he was being so uncooperative. So papa and I dimmed the lights and I cradled Lil Z in my arms while papa stood close to us and held his bottle to feed him. And we hummed to our little cub and we swayed back and forth. Papa put one arm around us both, and there we stood in a circle swaying and humming to our child. He quieted down and began to drink his milk. Papa and I continued our little dance, talked in hushed whispers to our Z-Bear, and planted soft kisses on his cheek. Lil Z finished his milk, closed his eyes and we put him to bed. We turned the lights back on and went back to our daily routine. I started making dinner while Papa finished some work. But during those precious minutes, the world stood still and it was a perfect moment. One I knew I will remember, God willing, many years from now when Z-Bear is grown and I’ll shake my head and wonder where the years have gone.