Silhouetted

This morning I lay next to little Sam in our bed, softly singing to him and thinking he might fall back asleep and therefore, I too would get a little more shuteye. He often finds these moments of pause in his body, when his interest in something is just so great that movement is forgotten. This morning, his eyes caught the changing sky from dark blue to indigo to that pearly light and the wonderment of it all made him stop his sporadic baby motions and just look. I studied his petite profile and saw him as a toddler, a child, a teenager, a grown man all in the matter of seconds, the reality of how quickly time passes striking me hard. And how important it is to document the moments when this little being is in complete awe of life. His newness to the world often brings tears to my eyes. He is so fresh and so vulnerable and so open. All at once.