Just a few short hours ago the house was full of energy. Laughter was heard bouncing off of every wall. Wails of happiness intertwined with squeals of joy and barreled through each hallway, spilling over into every room.
But now there was a quiet hush throughout the house.
Darkness filled the room and I could just barely make out your face from the sliver of light creeping in through the cracked door.
You were snugly curled up in my arms, completely asleep.
The only sound I could hear now was you.
Your peaceful sighs as you fell deeper into dreamland.
Your tiny grunts as you wiggled closer to my neck.
Your soft breaths as you slowly inhaled and exhaled against my skin.
I watched you, completely captivated by your sweetness, your softness, and your innocence.
I looked at you, committing every curve of your chubby cheek and every soft wisp of baby fine hair to memory.
I softly touched your arm, the warmth of your skin instantly warming my own.
I’m not sure how long we sat in that rocking chair. Maybe a few minutes. Maybe ten. Maybe an hour.
I was completely focused on you.
In those moments, time stood still for me.
I wish I could keep you this little, this sweet, this delicate, forever.
I know that you will grow up and eventually you won’t need me as much as you do now. That thought terrifies me.
I know that you will grow and learn about the world around us, losing your innocence along the way. But I will always look in your eyes and see the tiny baby that you are right now.
In those moments I was able to push those fears away.
I was focused on you, right here, in that moment.
I took it all in and locked it deep within my heart.
You are perfect, my sweet little boy. You always will be.