The fullness of contentment

I lie here, with my baby sprawled on top of me. She's seven months old now and her feet dangle precariously out of reach - they don't fit like they used to - when she was three months old and her favourite sleeping position was on top of me- but there's the same fullness I feel when she's in my arms.  Time stands still when she lays like this. My world is within me and it feels really good.  I am content. I am full.  My baby and me.