Being a parent is hard. There, I said it. I’m not even a month into it yet, and I can tell you that. It’s 2:23 AM as I type this. I spent the past what seems like hours upon hours (but was really probably roughly 30 minutes) soothing my baby and begging him to stop crying and screaming. Finally, there’s silence and he looks up at me with those beautiful eyes of his and time stands still. Nothing else matters in that moment. Everything is worth it and I somehow stop caring about sleep or sanity or whatever I was worrying about before. Because all that matters right now is cuddling my baby. That’s it.
I want to soak in this moment. To never forget… Your perfect button nose. The little rolls in your smooth skin. The way your head rests on my chest. Your tiny hands clenched into little fists. The big yawns and the way you smack your lips right after. How your feet kick around so fervently. Your little grunts. The rising of your belly as you breathe in and out. How your soft fine hair feels. Your smell. The dimple in your chin that you got from me. Your eyes silently gazing into mine. I never want to forget these quiet moments that just you and I share. I want to wrap them up and put them in a box, so I can come back to them some day in the future when I know I’ll be missing them like crazy.