I’ve mentioned before that when I put FoH down for bed, I can’t just close the door and walk away.

I go back in. At least twice.

I simply can’t help myself. Tonight, I wondered, how many more times will I get to do this?

I could hear Higher Self’s answer of, not enough. So tonight, I stayed longer.

Touching his cheek. Running my fingers through his hair.

Standing and staring. I just want to soak all of it — and all of him — up. I don’t want to forget any of this.

I want time to slow down.