I hold my baby a lot because some day my heartbeat won’t be his source of comfort.
Some day he’s going to crawl away from me.
Some day he’s going to walk away from me.
Some day he won’t want to kiss me or hold my hand in public.
Some day he’ll stop sleeping next to me.
Some day he will grow up.
But not today. Today I will hold him in my arms and kiss him on his head.
Start the choking up.