Please let me remember...
Your soft, pudgy arm as it brushes against my face while you sleep.
That little-curly-fuzzy hair on the back of your neck, and how it is the softest possible thing in the world to ever kiss.
How last night when you were falling asleep, you started to sneeze and made the funniest noise instead. When I laughed, you tried to make it again & again to make me laugh, making yourself laugh so sweetly, too.
You look up with those big blue eyes in admiration of your older brothers. They make you laugh more than anyone else. You already try to wrestle with them- all 17 pounds of booty-scoot-crawling baby, you.
… I find myself willing my mind to tape-record every moment; I don’t want to forget. I feel confident that, although I may not recall every specific detail, my heart is being shaped by these moments, and the memories are there forever on my soul.