DD lay asleep on my lap before, head cradled in the pillow of my breast with a tummy full of warm milk. Her face was so peaceful and still with a happy flush across her cheeks. Her little hand rested possessively on my breast. I drank in her beauty and her clean baby smell. Then I reluctantly lay her in her cot and came downstairs. It's the same every night, but tonight I just reflected and enjoyed my beautiful little girl, lying still as she does so rarely. It was lovely Sorry for the soppiness!