I listened to your soft breaths slowly growing stronger.
I tried to savor the moment and burn it in my mind,
for I know you only will be little a short time.
I pictured your first night home, laying sweetly in my arms.
I felt impulsed to protect you and shelter you from harm.
Then, I thought about the hours we often don't get to spend;
And I thought about the moments that will all too quickly end.
So, I snuggled you next to me for just a moment more.
I kissed your skin, touched your hair, then slowly closed the door.
E,
I hope you read this poem someday and understand how much I love you. Being a working mom is challenging and there are days I miss you like crazy. I truly did hold on to you for a long time tonight and just tried to take you all in because you won't be my "baby" for long. I look forward to the future when we read these letters together and I realize that it all turned out just fine and that being a working mom was a good thing. In the mean time, thank you for being the light of my day and the most wonderful thing to come home to. Love you!
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