i confess: I'm disappointed -- wistful? -- sometimes -- often? -- when you go to sleep.
that's not what i expected.
relief is what i expected to feel when your eyes closed in slumber.
and sometimes that's true
but how often i miss you when you nod off, even after patting your chest at 3am and longing for my own bed.
i miss you when those eyes close behind those long lashes -- and I didn't know that would happen.
every day is a Big Day.
in the morning, I look at your glee-filled face and often proclaim: "It's another big day!"
And at night, as I pat your chest, as I meticulously fold your knitted blanket this way and that, across your belly, draped on your forehead, taking care to keep a hand on you all the time, I think: "You've had such a big day."
Me, too, baby. Me, too.
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