I love to feel his soft hair against my cheek, as he snuggles against my shoulder, softly snoring. I love how his tiny hand grabs hold of a lock of my hair, tugging at it ever so slightly. I love to feel the weight of his body, legs wrapped around my belly, chest gently rising and falling with each breath he takes. I love how I know he feels safe and secure in my arms, and how he comes to me for comfort when he wakes up in the middle of the night.
My sleep can wait. My arms can ache as I hold him tightly to me. I'll have my back readjisted at the next chiropractic appointment.
And meanwhile, I'll just savor these moments where my son needs me and hold him close.