The gift

It was a long, dangerous, lonely road and as we walked you grew weary. I looked down, picked you up, and you snuggled in my arms with your head on my shoulder. I carried you. I never felt the weight. You were not a burden at all. I just enjoyed holding you with your little baby face close enough for me to kiss. It was only a dream. For a while I didn't know that. It was a gift to be able to hold you again.

I love you, Josh.