Rocking him in the dark at 4:45 AM and smelling his sweet baby breath as I cradle him so closely, I desperately want this moment to last forever.
He sighs and groans and shuffles about, and I count the moments until my wiggle worm rests soundly. I think to myself, “Please, son, I want us both to sleep.”
He calms and the world is quiet. I rest my face against his soft, warm head, and I mourn so forlornly that this is a precious gift that won’t last forever, my little boy being so very small.
I fall into bed exhausted and ready to resume sleep.
I miss him so terribly already.
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