I Don't Want to Forget

I snuck into Finn's room tonight, as I always do, to check on him before I went to bed myself, gently tucking his hands underneath his airplane blanket so they wouldn't get too cold. Normally he doesn't even stir, but though the light was dim, I realized his eyes had opened and he was sleepily looking up at me. Then he pulled his arms out from under the blankets and reached toward me. I leaned down and he grabbed hold of my face, holding me tightly to him. I breathed in his baby lotion smell, and savored the sweetness of the moment. Then he stuck his thumb in his mouth, turned his face to the side, and the moment was over.