As I hold my little Boy's hand.....

I can't help but feel at ease. For that moment it feels like the world is still and at peace. It's getting less and less before he needed me to hold his hand everynight. As I lay there I can't help but think back when he was a baby so small and beautiful. My mind wonders to his first chrismas, we lived in a condo and were low on money but we had eachother. I remember him going to the tree and touching the blue glass ornaments. He would look back at me and smile that big smile with those beautiful brown eyes. His hair so dark and straight it just lay flat on his little head. Eventually he'd get it off and bring it to me as if it jut fell on it's own. After playing with the balls he would go under the tree and take every bow off of every gift, I think he was giving it that special touch.

So many memories and so many more to be made. My little boy is getting so big and I can't handle the fact that one day he will not need to hold my hand at all, but I know I'll always have the need to hold his.