Oh, my sweet little boy, I won’t let myself forget how little you are right now or these moments I find myself looking at you, wondering how I got so lucky. I won’t forget your little hands that cling so tight to me, or your little feet that I am just obsessed with. I won’t forget the little sounds you make when you talk to me or tell me when you want something. I will never forget the power I have to hug away your sadness, being your blanket of comfort, and how I can calm you by being right next to you. I won’t forget the way you try to sound out words or your first laughs, because sometimes when my days are long, I find myself wishing you could grow up a little faster, sleep a little longer, give me a little more freedom, but honestly deep down in my heart, I know that someday I will wish for your precious, fleeting littleness. So, while you are small, my baby boy, let me wallow a little longer, let me breath it in, and hold you a little bit tighter.
Please don’t let me forget.