Cyra

My favorite time of the evening is when Yorick, Cyrus, and I are in our room, and I get to nurse him while rocking in the rocking chair. He makes the sweetest sounds as he nurses, a cross between sucking and swallowing, and little moans as if nothing feels better than filling his stomach.

As I rock, Yorick prepares to take our son, like he always does, to burp him and change him before putting him to bed. He’s a perfect father, taking on as much of the duties of our young son as he ...