Over and over his face broke into smiles so big he could hardly contain them.
I swam in the love lavished on me by my little boy and basked in his radiated happiness. And still a part of my heart hurt, because these days swiftly pass. Even as a mother of only eleven weeks, I know this truth. Time moves unsolicitously onward, to places perhaps still wonderful but all too devoid of a babe's smiles.
I want to bottle up these days, these days when Asher is my pal because he that's all he wants to be, when I'm his world and he mine. I want to preserve the snuggles of the midnight feedings and his responsive coos of recognition.
These days of babyhood are so different from how I imagined them. This job is hard and demanding and emotional, yet I find myself drowning in love for my family, unable to catch my breath for the surges of devotion that wash on my heart daily.
I want to savor these days and remember them always, for they are fleeting.