18 Days Away from Him

18 days apart from him-- the longest ever. 18 days and now he's back in my arms. And I'm watching him with the same curious joy I had on the very first night he was born. 

Is this little bundle truly mine? I touch his ears, and smell his hair, and my heart swells in gratitude that he's here. How am I so fortunate to be his mother, to be loved by him? 

I don't know how I survived these last 18 days without him. It was awful. I missed him! I was sad. But now he's back and he's all mine, and I'm never letting go. Okay maybe in a few years. But not for a long time!