Dear baby boy,
Someday, you won't let me put my face right up next to yours
to smell your sweet warm breath
Someday, I won't be able to tuck you in next to me in bed
when it's too early to get up
Someday you might not let me kiss you on the lips
or even the cheek, or even the top of your head
And someday I'll have to stop holding your face against my breast
and blowing raspberries on your belly.
So please, grow up slowly, baby boy
Please don't rush
Because you smell so sweet, and you are so warm next to me
And my heart is already breaking
even as you smile up at me.