Baby love

This is from sometime in 2007, when Evan was still an infant, in case I can't figure out how to get it in the right place.

I haven't written enough about Evan here. There is so much pleasure in caring for him. The feeling of his head nestling against my chest and his tiny fingers curling around my left thumb as he drinks. When I lift him, the way he settles against my chest, left hand curling into my hair, head turned to his right. When he's naked on his tummy, his huge head and his tiny bottom and his firm, fatty thighs. The lovely shape of his eyes and his extravagant, curling lashes. His ready, hopeful smile. His wailing "Mummummummum!" when he needs something. His breathy "Deh, deh, deh," when he's content. The way his eyes lock onto me when I come into his sight. His eager attempts to move his barely mobile body to me. I don't want him to grow up.