When you hold him in your arms, and you breathe in his smell, you remember the sleepless nights that you used to rock him to sleep. The early mornings when it was just the two of you awake. When you’d gaze into his eyes and dream about the kind of person he’d someday be. Then he pulls away and smiles at you with his eyes full of love for you, and he goes back to playing. You watch him as he plays, and you wonder if your arms will ever stop aching to hold him again.