The quiet hour is the time each day, that I spend loving on my son. It's the precious time that I have alone with him, while his older sister naps peacefully.
When I first had Smilla the "quiet hour" sometimes was a whole day. A lazy day spent with baby snuggles. I was able to focus on her all day, every day. Winter has to share my attention with his big sister. He is tiny and quiet. She is wild and loud.
My baby deserves our peaceful time together and just as importantly, I deserve to be still with him. Just belonging to the moment and each other.
I lay down with him and feel the softness of the linen beneath us. A soft breeze coming in from the window. We doze off together, or just lay there gazing at each other. The coziness of a light blanket surrounding us, the minutes spent somewhere between sleep and awareness. I feed him and he drifts off into a milk coma. I let the love I feel for him wash over me and forget about the stress of moving and timelines and to do's. Just well deserved, pure togetherness.