You squirm when you’ve finished your bottle, temporarily disoriented, before stretching and adjusting to find the perfect position. Once you’re comfortable, you release a deep sigh and I feel your whole body relax. Your fists gradually unclench as you ease into sleep, breaths falling into a soft rhythm. No matter how big you grow, you can always nestle in just right. It’s here, in the quiet darkness, that our connection feels most electric. That I am most thankful for and aware of the magic of this role.