Here are some of the things I wouldn't know if I didn't share my bed with the littlest lentil.
- The calm, tiny, surprisingly cool breaths my baby takes while he is sleeping. I might forever need a tiny baby next to me after a year of sensing baby's breath on my face. It is like a drug. Its funny because I can remember when my dad would go out of town and I would sleep with my mom in her bed. I was much older and it was more about watching the late show together than about needing to share a bed. Anyway, I would try to position myself so no trace of breath could get to me. It seemed gross to breathe someone else's air. I wonder how long I have before Zayd is afraid of my breath.
- The smell of his hair when he presses his head to me.
- The way he wakes up and discovers every morning. Some mornings he wakes crying. But on mornings when he wakes slowly and with surprise to see my face, I could just eat him.
- The way he will sigh and roll over, throwing his arm on to Sam's chest. If he were a full-sized person, he would throw his arm around Sam but at his size, just his hand makes it.
He's the best. And I can't wait until 11pm tonight when I get to bring him to my bed.