You know those moments when you are completely overwhelmed with love for your children? Like when you creep into their room to the rhythm of their breath and plant a smoochy kiss on their warm, soft cheek and all of a sudden, there you are, transfixed by their complete and utter perfection.
In that moment there is nothing to do but exhale so deeply that your chest is empty, ready and waiting to be filled with clean fresh love air.
Yes, I said 'Love Air'. Obviously I just made that up, but you know what I mean don't you?!
Oh, I just had one of those moments.
My first born. Still as perfect as the first moment he was placed on my chest. Young man, I have endless love for you. truly endless.