This is Love

These moments are slipping through my fingers. Just when I think I have a firm grasp on the present it is the past. I close my eyes and notice the weight of your head on my chest. I smell the lotion and detergent. The milk and soap and sweetness. I listen to the sound of you breathe in your sleep. I feel the skin on your cheeks. I pray that somehow this very moment will be etched in my mind so that when the day comes I have trouble remembering who I am I can close my eyes and feel this. For this is Love. I pray it will be my anchor to a life well lived.

I know you are growing. That one day you won’t want to be rocked to sleep. It both feels me with anxiety and reinforcers how precious this moment is. And in this life this moment is always the most important one. It is all that truly exists.

I am thankful you were planted on my heart so many years ago. I didn’t know then it was you, but I know now. You have grounded me in ways I could never have imagined. You bring me to this moment and hold me here. You show me every day what human connection looks like. And feels like. Your heart is pure and your love is without expectation. Every day I strive to be worthy.