The Mother in me, can’t just lie FoH down and quietly walk out the room.

No.

The Mother in me, lingers. Stays a few moments, lingering over that sweet, peaceful body in the crib. The rise and fall of his chest. How content he is. Warm. Secure. Nestled in.

I whisper more, I love you’s and you are perfect just as you are than I probably need to.

But he’s only little once. And this once is but a blink of an eye.

So I will take however long I want. Determined to savor every single precious moment.