It seems so cliche to say that time is fleeting. But especially when you are in the thick of motherhood, it’s true.
So, sweet baby, I’ll relish your newborn scent.
I’ll continue to rock you long after you’ve fallen asleep.
I’ll trace your little fingers and commit your petite features to my memory as best as I can.
I’ll rejoice in your toothless smile, and soak in your steady gaze fixed on mine.
I’ll sing you the lullaby, even if it’s not quite in tune.
I’ll put off the chores just to hold you a little longer.
And I’ll do everything in my power to slow time down even if it’s just a little bit.
Because before I know it, you’ll have outgrown my arms.
And then my lap.
Don’t get me wrong, I never want to hold you back. That would be selfish of me.
But, sweet baby, you’ll never outgrow my heart.