I haven't really written anything in a while, poetry, short story-wise or anything of the sort.
I was holding Caden, rocking him back to sleep, cause mommy-magic is the best...
Someday you'll be too big for this, for the kisses and cuddles.
You'll stay for a second then run away on little boy legs, to swing on the swings, climb up a slide, or go off on some big adventure.
For now i'll hold you close, rocking you to sleep and enjoying your sweet baby smell.
Just because you are amazing, wonderful, and brilliant.
You are my muse, you are my inspiration.