Pay Attention

His body constantly swelling and squirming, quietly migrating across the bed until he lies next to my back on the sweaty flannel sheets. His rosebud lips in repose, his greedy breaths. His velvety hair, rich as the night. The seams in the fatty parts of his arms and legs, his little furry shoulders. The froggy belly. His eyes wide open and hungry for light and color and glitter. His angry startled cry. The repertoire of hums, the grunts and sighs when he suckles. A single coo. His fleshy tiny hands spidering across my breast. As the hours pass in a neverending circle, we are always together--yet he is completely himself. Pay attention. This is important.