Silas, this morning you slept in, long after Daddy and Henry had gone downstairs. You stirred at one point, raised your head to look around, and then burrowed into my neck. I'd been awake for a while and was getting restless. I looked over at my iPhone on the dresser and wished I had it in my hand to mindlessly surf the internet.
But then, as I felt your warm, fuzzy head resting against me, I realized how fleeting these moments are. You're getting so big so fast. I imagined you as a teenager, too busy for his mom; a young adult, out on his own; and a man with a family to take care of. And I let you snuggle into me until you woke up and smiled your sunny smile at me.
Good morning, baby.