curves.

those who question our divine creation have never studied a mother nursing her child in the early hours of the morning.

the picture is one of God-inspired curves.

a still less-than-flat belly curves softly to cushion a sleepy, hungry baby.

an elbow and forearm curve to cradle the baby's head, and two hands fit perfectly to cup her head and bottom.

there is the curve of the mother's smile as she gazes at her precious child.

the circle of the nursing baby's mouth is one she forms automatically from birth - searching to find her mother's milk from the moment she entered the world.

and there is the curve of perfect eyelashes against pure, white skin, of a forehead, nose and cheeks that make a most-beautiful profile and the soft flesh rolls that have formed at wrists, elbows, knees and ankles because of nursing sessions like these.

the mother's curves are there to comfort and nourish her baby's body.

the baby's curves are there to comfort and nourish her mother's soul.