to be loved
on monday i “let” atticus play in his crib after he woke up from his nap.
20 minutes later, i opened his door to take him out.
upon seeing me, he:
smiled, mouth open, bigger than his face
pumped his fists “double” time, pilates style, towards the mattress
and used his head to punctuate the dance.
his squeal so deep he couldn’t breathe to get it out
i have returned to this moment many times since.
it is nice to be loved.