You won’t remember, but I will…
You won’t remember the way I stood in the bathroom late that night in labour with you, fearfully and excitedly gazing up at the moon, knowing I was going to bring you into the world soon and whispering to you, “We can do this.”
You won’t remember the way you looked at me right after you were born, or the way I pulled you up next to my heart and marveled “Hi, baby” in your ear.
You won’t remember the way you healed my broken spirit. The way you completed my heart. I was weak before I had you, and you made me whole again.
You won’t remember the way I proudly watched you everywhere we went, you were always the most beautiful boy in the room to me.