One of the things I most treasure while Preson is still a baby, is my time with him in the middle of the night. I just love the peaceful, blue still of his nursery- the gentle breeze of the fan on these hot summer nights while the moonbeams flood in through the window. It is so tranquil. Though he is half asleep, his tiny hands are constantly caressing me and I cant help but feel that he finds just as much fulfillment being so close to his mama. It is in these quiet moments that I pray over him- for the baby and child that he is and for the future boy and man he will become. It is in these moments I bond most with my son.