Nov
18
This evening, I held my six-week old boy in my arms, standing up as I gently rocked him to sleep. His head in the crook of my left elbow, my right hand caressing his head, with all that fine, jet-black hair. I am whispering to him as his eyes flutter and his mouth makes soft sucking noises.
And I realize that I cannot think of anything else I would rather do in this world. I want to freeze this moment, stretch it out and savor our own special time together.
I’m crying.
He is so beautiful. And I’m a dad.
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