This afternoon my two-year-old son woke up early from his nap and walked down the stairs crying. I picked him up and carried him back to his bed. I decided to lay down beside him; he snuggled up to me, resting his face an inch away from mine. His long lashes lowered and he fell back to sleep. The gentle exhales from his nose blew against my cheek and lulled me into perfect contentment with their peaceful rhythm. I was awe struck by the beauty of my son. Everything was right with the world. I was fully present.
Soon after, I was fully asleep.