Baby breath

As I lay here next to your tiny body, though bigger than when you made your entrance 11 months ago, I can't help but be in total awe, wonder, and gratitude for your presence. I can't believe you're all mine. You make me the happiest person in the world every single day by mere virtue of your existence and that melting bright 8-toothed smile. I think about the way you climb me when a song comes on that you like, an urgency to pick you up so you can kick those soft little legs abd scrunch that little button nose while grinning ear to ear. Laying here, in pure unconditional bliss, listening go the rhythm of your sweet--oh so sweet--smelling breath, I want to frame laminate encapsulare this moment forever. You give me so many of these moments in which I think that if God had given me just this single solitary moment to be alive, my life would be complete and wonderful. Your little hand over my chest is your reminder that I am here and I am yours to keep because I was born so that you would have a place to rest your perfect dimply hand as you sleep. Being with you is facing the reflection of God and it is beautiful.