In the dark with the smell of rain I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of love.

Photo credit: Me

It is dark outside. The rain has started. I turn the TV off. It is just noise in the background. I turn the air conditioner off, open two windows and welcome in the smell of the rain.

I walk back to the dining table and sit on the  chair wearing my nighty where my body has resided for that last few hours and I continue to edit photos from a pregnancy shoot I did. {More to come on this.}

My home is still.

All the bedrooms are full with precious sleeping kidlets and my body is washed over with intense love.

Mr. Kypo is out recording and I wish he were here. I want to thank him for giving me three kidlets and describe the love I have for him. But he is not here.

I keep editing. My mind wonders within minutes to the sleeping bodies in our home.

I get up and walk into each room. They are all sleeping soundly. I crawl into the older two beds and lay there cuddling them. I whisper, ‘ I love you’. They stir. They know I am there. In the morning they won’t remember this moment. I will.

I walk into the baby’s room, pick him up from his cot and cradle him in my arms. I walk to the rocking chair in his room and sit. He to stirs in my presence. He snuggles in. I rock the chair slightly and give thanks.

I give thanks that I found Mr. Kypo, and we knew on our first encounter we were to have our own happily every after. I give thanks for the three babes that chose me to be their Mama. I am complete.

I put our baby gently back into his cot and creep through our home, back to the chair, back to the smell of the rain and back to editing beautiful images.