Between the million distractions, sometimes I forget...
Looking into your wise eyes that remind me that there is no time or place or space, and sometimes I still forget...
But at night, when the lights are off, nestled in bed. Everything is quiet.
I hold your hand.
Your baby fist barely wrapped around my two digits.
And finally I remember...
just how utterly tiny and new you are.
Together, holding hands, we soften into our slumber,
sharing a quiet moment, through hands, that words can't convey.
The same moment shared when I was a little girl holding hands with my mom or dad.
Like moments holding hands playing when my brothers were small, or holding hands with my first love, or on my wedding day, or now swinging my three-year-old son.
It has taken a while, my baby girl, but you finally trust me.
I see you surrender. I feel your warmth. I bask in our love.