I used to scoop him up at 5 a.m. every morning when he cried for me. Half-aslee…
I used to scoop him up at 5 a.m. every morning when he cried for me. Half-asleep, Iโd carry him into my bed, press him against my chest, and just breathe him in. Iโd kiss his forehead, watch the rise and fall of his tiny chest, and savor the stillness of those early hours. And […]






