In an effort to get Ben to sleep in his “big boy bed” again last night I laid down with him for awhile. I just stayed still and closed my eyes and hoped he’d do the same. He didn’t, but I’m not complaining.
He used his sweet, chubby toddler hands to first pat my back. And he did it so gently. Then he rubbed my face and hair for the longest time. At one point he had his hand resting on my face and was just using his thumb to trace across my eyelashes. His little baby breath was blowing on my face and all I could think was:
Why can’t they stay little forever?