Daisy sat by the window as morning light filled the quiet room. She gathered baby Dimitri into her arms and settled into the old rocking chair. With patient hands, she adjusted the blanket around his tiny shoulders and smiled when he reached for her. The house still carried the hush of dawn, broken only by the soft creak of wood and Dimitri’s eager sighs. Daisy breathed slowly, letting the rhythm of the chair calm them both. She watched his fingers uncurl and rest against her shirt, trusting and warm. In that simple closeness, the worries of chores, bills, and unanswered messages drifted farther away. There was only the steady pull of nourishment, the beat of her heart, and the growing child who knew her scent better than any map. Outside, sparrows hopped along the fence and called to one another. Inside, Daisy whispered Dimitri’s name like a blessing. She told him about gardens she hoped to plant, books she would read aloud, and paths they would someday walk together. Dimitri answered with contented murmurs and sleepy blinks. When he paused, Daisy kissed the curve of his forehead and felt gratitude rise quietly through her chest. Feeding him was more than habit or duty; it was conversation without words, a promise made again each day. Soon his lashes lowered, his mouth softened, and his body grew heavy with sleep. Daisy held him close a little longer, listening to the peace they had made together that morning. Sunlight lingered on the floor while she memorized the weight of this hour, knowing babies changed quickly and days moved fast. She promised herself to remember the scent, silence, and sweetness forever within her heart whenever future storms arrived and asked for courage again someday she would smile at this memory with tears of joy
