I feel, I pause, I breathe

At the end of the day, holding a tiny person up against my chest I hear him sucking his thumb. I feel his hand flop down, and his warm little body molding to the shape of mine. I stand up, walk to his room. Standing by his cot, I pause, bend my head slightly, and breathe in his gorgeous hair. I stand there for a few moments, and marvel, and thank, and smile. I place him down in his cot, without so much as a stir from him, and watch the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest. I cover him over with the blanket, and thank, marvel, and smile once more before leaving the room.