Easton

He slides his arm in just the right space, between my neck and the tangles of my hair. And when he can't possibly reach any further, he wraps his two year old arms around me. He then fidgets with my face until he has moved me to just the right angle so our faces smoosh together perfectly. And before he returns to that sleepy rhythmic breath, in a barely audible whisper he says, "Mama, I wuv you so much". I breathe deeply, my heart filled, and I try to soak up every second because, really, this is perfection. I know this sweet boy won't always want to snuggle like this with his mama, but I don't know how long it will last and I want to remember every moment.