He waits on the porch for me to drive up the street in "Mimi's car." He tells me to sit down on the swing beside him. He grabs my fingers to steady himself as he walks on gravel. He falls into my arms as he spirals down the park slide. He asks me to hold his head and give him kisses as he goes to bed in his crib.
I love him so much. Too much. My heart almost explodes when he pushes his button nose against my face. His neck smells like playground dirt and hope and sunny days and tired tears and a thousand prayers.