I breathe you in.
I hold you in the space of my chest.
My eyes get teary. My heart jumps. I smile.
This is how I want to remember the early years.
The smell of you and the way you need me.
The feeling of holding your tiny babyness so close.
The way we just melt together.
The privilege of watching you grow with baby steps and giant leaps.
The overwhelming gratefulness I feel that God chose me to be your mother.