You were born too early and you were not much bigger than your daddy’s hand but I worried more about your mommy then because she was my baby and I knew only her.
I didn’t know you yet.
I know you now.
I know the sweet and warm curve of your neck.
I know that mischevious smirk.
I know your infectious, bubbly giggling.
I know your intense concentration.
I know your love of books.
And I know you love to lick the beater.
I know you now, my precious, precious boy.
What I don't know.
Is how I ever lived without you.