Ill Be Your Comfort

I had been gone all weekend.

Leaving Thursday night and really not getting back home until Sunday night after you were already in bed.

At some point in the night, I had felt your sleepy little body slide in next to me under the covers. My face warmed at the touch of your little hand, reaching up to let me know you were there. I opened my arms and you sidled up close, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

I took in the smell of your freshly washed hair. Looking at your profile from the moonlight, I saw your perfect long lashes flutter close as you drifted off to sleep. I felt your body go limp as your dreams took you to a different world.

I realized at that moment not only was I home, but so were you. In my arms, feeling my presence, you finally felt like you were really at home.

Sometimes when I'm in the middle of the hustle and bustle of day to day life, I forget how quickly time is flying by. I forget to take in the moment and just how little you are. Its easy for me to assume your already my big boy, but at just three years old, you are still very much my baby too.

As much as I think I need you, and your brother, to make me feel whole. I realize the opposite is true as well. That you need me.

And that?

Well, that is the best feeling Ive ever had.

Always remember I love you. Ill always be here for you. And no matter how old you get, Ill be your home. Your comfort.

Linking this post up at Things I Cant Say for PYHO.