Bean is eight months old today. He is such a precious gift!
I love you, my little guy. More than you will ever know.
My Bean Boy
Mid army-crawl, he pauses.
Looks up, oh, that sweet face!
Generous cheeks round in
Toothless, open grin.
I am in awe as his eyes sparkle
Beaming, blue suns transfix me with
I cannot resist, this floor angel captivates
Me with one coo, one mischievous squawk.
Swooping him up in my arms, I cannot help
But to see the halo.
His hair, waving softly awry,
Lit from behind by lampfire,
A kiss covers my cheek, mouth agape.
His soul glows, I am overcome.
Holding him close, he melts into me
And I am reminded of the days I was
His only breath, existence.
How can I live while my
Heart beats outside my body
Resting tenderly in my arms?
But I do.
Over and over
Each new sunrise.