It was nap time, but you assured me you were not sleepy.
I coerced you to bed with the promise of reading a good book, one of your choice.
Before the final page was read, your eyes were nearly shut. You quickly turned over on your side.
Gazing at the side of your face and the back of your head, my heart was full of joy. Your paternal cowlick, your gorgeous eye lashes, even that small freckle on your cheek, right near the corner of your mouth, that always fools me into thinking it is a leftover from lunch….they all make me smile.
Suddenly, you flip over; I quickly close my eyes, so as to play the “See, I am sleeping too” game.
Gently, your small hand wraps around my neck, rubbing the base of my hairline with care. With a whisper you say “Momma…” Opening my eyes, we lock gaze. “I love you.” So simple, so genuine, so raw. “I love you too, Daniel.”
Your eye lids, heavy with sleep, close shut. Now I can continue my admiring.
You are perfect, from the double crown on your head, to your cute toothless grin, and to your distinctive big toe. You are perfect because you are His. You are perfect because you are mine.