It’s been a long time since I wrote of you.
In this way.
Today, you woke up halfway in the middle of your nap and your Papa told me to cuddle you for a bit. Perhaps you’d go back to sleep.
So I came in, picked you up and cuddled you into the crook of my arm.
The place you seem to love falling asleep in.
From the early days when you’d nod off after a feed.
And your fair face.
Eyes so angelic.
Your pouty lips.
And your blunt nose.
All like a little bit of heaven.
I say this all the time, but I like you even more now.
Perhaps these days won’t come back.
When you turn around hoping we’ll come chasing after you.
When you love it that I tickle your thighs.
Perhaps these moments will quickly become memories.
When you beg me to read a book 3 times over.
When you give me the last of your raspberries.
When you stare at a cat and scream, “CAT!!!! CAT!!! CAT!!!”, as if it’s won a Guinness Record.
Perhaps we’ll never get this again.
Never get this moment in the sun again.
When we really are your world.
Your world really does revolve around our laughter and our love.
Might never come back.
I just had to write it down, to tell you.
That there was a time.
When you once felt about us.
In this magnificent way.