You know, it might be the most cliche thing in the book for me to write this post. Maybe it will bore you. Guess what? I don’t care.
You see, even though this is my THIRD baby, there has been a major learning curve. The gap between Chaucer and Tennyson is almost four years. There is a lot I forgot in those four years.
How it’s impossible to not kiss his head every time I pick him up.
How my heart swells when he does something so basic as to track my movement with his eyes.
How I feel special when he holds my finger with his tiny fist. Maybe it’s just a reflex. I don’t care. It feels amazing.
How wriggly and stubborn he gets when I change his diaper. As if putting up a fight would change my mind.
How he snuffles and snorts when he’s impatient to eat.
How I’m at a total loss in the face of so much cuteness.
How every moment feels like it should be photographed.
How I want time to stop so I can just memorize him forever.
How tired and happy I am.
I forgot all of that, and it feels good to remember.