As he drifts off he tells daddy he loves him – I say “I love you baby” –
he sinks deeper into his comfort.
I run my fingers through his short hair and say “I love you angel” – he nuzzles his perfectly smooth forehead against my face – his eyes closed now. Then I realize,
it goes without saying… and he understands this:
to be a child is to love your mama.
And he knows I know. We lie together, wrapped together, me marveling at the absolute smooth beauty,
perfection and wisdom of my five-year-old son.