Letters to Hootoo - 10:37 PM

This is my favourite time of night. We get in bed first and you nurse while Dad closes up the house and tucks in the pets. Ten minutes later you’re in a deep sleep. Dad crawls in with us and we stare at your beautiful little self, your mouth hanging open (complete with drool), and a chubby pale arm flung across my chest. We’ll stare for a long time, talk about our day and finally, fall fast asleep.