I just had the most beautiful snuggle time with my baby. Moments like these I wish I could bottle up and keep to use again for another day. He is only going to be this little once. He is only this old today. Tomorrow he will be older, and the next older still, and though I will always have the memory of watching him nod off to sleep, rubbing his face on mine, the experience will soon be gone. Memories are like a favorite pair of jeans- they inevitably fade if only slightly, and usually wear many holes. This realization makes living in the moment all the more richer.
Listening to Roberta Flack: “The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes.”