This Sweet Season


I have babies sleeping on me less and less these days, and so I find that I am more and more attached to these sweet and tender moments, less willing to let them go.

It is like those last warm days of summer.

You breathe deep and inhale the moment, trying to make sure you remember every single thing about how it feels.

You close your eyes and try to absorb that feeling of warmth on your skin, because you know that all too soon it will be just a memory.

Having people small enough to sleep on you is like a season.

So fleeting.

The light is changing.

The air feels different.

The season's end is near.