Six

Last night,
I wrapped my arms around you
and told you
that these have been the best six years of my life

Holding your warm little body
against mine...
it was the purest moment I had
experienced all week.

A week of rushing everywhere
and eating on the run.
It was the first moment
that I inhaled and relished

as if trying to stop time
from rushing forward--
another rapidly passing six years.

Hold still. Let me breathe your innocence
and joy in the simple things.
Let me stamp your laughter
on my heart.

So that I can wrap my arms
around it in the years
when hugs are unwanted.

Happy birthday, my sweet little boy.