posted on: October 27, 2016
Last night Oak requested a cuddle, as he has done almost every night this week. I squeezed my body close to his, jotting notes in my brain, saving them for later. For when I blink. For when he's grown.
-His feet curled across my thigh, his big toe wiggling on my skin.
-In between sipping he would come up from his sippy cup for air, and his breath smelled of sweet milk and strawberry toothpaste.
-His hair stuck straight through the hand-worked floor bed. A few wasps of curls covering his stork bite.
-His palm ran warm and felt small in mine. Still only large enough to grab a few of my fingers. Lightly, he patted my forehead, then my nose, my cheek, and finished on my chin.
- He would close his eyes, then open them wide with a smile accompanying. His newest smile tucks his bottom lip and puckers his top, exposing his large and glorious smile. His eyelashes curled to his lid, and a silent and high-pitched laugh would erupt from his mouth; a failed attempt to keep quiet for his snoozing sister.