Love. The kind of love that makes you feel like if you could just freeze that one moment when his tiny little foot is stretched out on top of you and his little head that smells like something warm and familiar and sweet and yummy is nuzzled into you and his little hand is reaching up to find you and there is still a little milk probably left on his pursed and still slightly phantom sucking lips and you haven’t done your hair or showered or gotten dressed in what seems like forever and you don’t remember the last time you slept for more than three hours but all you want is more of him more of his smell, his foot , his tiny sweet lips. If you could just freeze it forever you would find heaven. Love. That love.