In a crowded room I can pick you out because those eyes came from me and see the things I did years ago towering adults stuffed animals on low shelves the smallest, most chokeable object on the kitchen floor Only it's decades later and now I'm the mother But I feel like a child most days Maybe that's why sometimes it's easy for me to crawl around the floor and chase you I feel my heart flutter when you smile when you squeal And when you throw your strong but tiny arms around me I know I could never be happier So hold on just a little longer Don't let go Don't grow too fast I don't want to lose you in a crowded room.
— Written for my son when he was just a baby. I told him I loved him shortly after he was born. I wanted him (and me) to know I meant it. Of all who I’ve loved and continue to love, there is no one who has captured my heart like him. And there is no one who has taught me unconditional love like him. There might have been times I didn’t like him, but I’ve always loved him. Retrieved from the archives in response to The Daily prompt: Love to Love You