baby boy

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.