This was written by my wife Casey for our little Cillian. I thought it was poignant, and wanted to share it with you. ~Cole
One of these days, probably sooner rather than later,
I’m not going to be able to nurse you to sleep anymore.
And you’re going to stop falling asleep on my shoulder, grasping onto my shirt and holding me as if I’m your whole world.
At some point, the one am, three am, and five am snuggle times will cease.
One of these days you’ll stop laughing and flashing that big grin of mine (with my one random dimple) at me when I make funny faces and noises.
One of these days it won’t be like this anymore,
so I’m going to be thankful, now, for every moment that it is.