…these are fleeting.
you were up too early. Though, I didn’t much mind. I knew it wouldn’t take much more than a content belly to send you back to sleep. Plus, this is the only time that you and I have together….Away from the demands of a sister, an unkempt house, a buzzing phone. Just us.
I watched you curl your fingers into the back of your head and scratch your hair….a new habit that has formed of late. It reminds me that we have the same hair and that I always scratch that spot on my head too…where the hair is unusually wavy and a bit coarse. I smile because I like finding things that tie us together.
I lift you up and bury my nose into your cheek. It is the softest and most delicious thing in the whole world. For a brief moment, our cheeks are pressed together. Yours, cool and tender. Mine, warm and aged.
Your hair brushes my chin and I inhale you. That heavenly perfume of a freshly shampooed baby, mixed with a little yogurt and the flowery scent of Bea. That is entirely you.
This is what the early morning is like, just the two of us, together.