The Sweetest Things

I just finished putting Quinn to bed. Bedtime is something we’ve been working on lately. I was rocking him before putting him down, and, as always, he just gazed into my eyes and played with my hair. The sweetest thing.

I came downstairs to the kitchen and saw the pink piece of paper smeared with glitter paint on the fridge. Cash made that for me. It’s the first thing he brought home from school that he made for me. Every time he looks at it, he says, “Awwwww” and runs over to give me a hug. He’s so proud of his painting. He points to himself, then he points to me and tells me he made it at “cool”. The sweetest thing.

I am surrounded by all these little things, these little moments that make my heart literally feel like it might explode. Cash stumbling into our room in the middle of the night to climb in bed with us. Quinn wanting me to sleep beside him so he can drape his tiny baby arm over my neck and hold me close. The way Quinn curls in when he’s finished with his bottle and ready to sleep. The way Cash says his little, “Yeah” when we ask him questions.

I already miss all of this.