He doesn't know this but when he is asleep, I will lie down beside and cuddle him.
I would smell his hair and skin. Hold his small hand. Kiss his baby smooth cheek. Once I even kiss him on his lips, something which he hates.
I would look intently at his perfectly formed nose. Listen to his rhythmic breathing.
I reminisce the past; wondering how he got so skinny when he was once chubby. I replay the day; recalling how adult-like he sounded just a few hours ago. I imagine his future; wondering what he will grow up to be.
It has been getting harder recently. Letting M grow up. He is the last in line. My last born. My baby.
A few more nights please. Just a few more to let me watch him sleep.